(Smith)
Once Was a Man Who Didn't Do Too Well
He Spent More Than a Little Time Down in His Little Hell
He Had Time to Decide Even If It Was Worth the Ride
He Started Early On Before It Was Cool
To Take the Risk On of Dealin' in the High School
Never Mind That a Line Wasn't Much More Than a Good Time
Yeah De Yeah
Carefree and Careful As a Man Could Be
What Are the Risks of Burnin' Hot If You Can't Even See
That the Ore's Run Aground Sinking in to the Shore
Careful and Conscious of the Burning Red
Of the Flashing Lights and the Feeling of Dread
Captured in Everything in This Dragging Little Moment
Yeah De Yeah
Inevitably in a Little Hell
Immeasurably in a Little Hell
Character Breathes With a Little Hell
Run Out of Thoughts and Possibilities
It Ain't Only the Man With no Eyes Who Can't See
You Back Up, Up a Day, Coulda Wrote, Wrote It All...
You Back Up, in a Daze, Shoulda Wrote, Wrote It All Down
Yeah De Yeah
