Lyrics:
You’re severed from the source of the light
And you’re not for long
The shimmer in your shimmy shake
Plays its own damned song
Pacing like ya bout to escape
But the freedom’s all wrong here
Doing whatcha knows is right
It’s a full time job, dear
The man said we’ve gotta gotta get along with
All of the pieces on (the) board or we gonna get done in
You don’t notice
When ya reflection starts to decay
Annihilation
When the end of yer night becomes day
The tones of a six string axe
Gonna set a little stage
But the bones in our bag of tricks
Start to give our ass ‘way
Goin where the money’s right
It’s a goddamn gamble
Saying what needs to be said
You gotta set an example
The man said we’ve gotta gotta pay to play here
All of the tickets sold fore our whiskers get grayer
You don’t notice
When ya reflection starts to decay
Annihilation
When the end of yer night becomes day
The lonesome winds are blowing
Just to blow the wrong way
The lonesome winds are blowing
Just to blow the wrong way…