A quart of VO in the trailer's always waiting patiently Broken Lincoln in the driveway reminds them they can never leave Black eyes, blood stained shirts, last night looks like it hurt I see them staring at the windows again There's somebody out there hiding right behind those trees There's an FBI surveillance team and they're parked across the street The line's tapped, your mind's snapped We should get some sleep If we don't hunt, we don't eat Oxidation had taken its toll In this house filled with ghosts Picture frames are always sideways When you're turning copper to gold Got some hobbies that the law sees As things to be frowned upon Got some money from the swap meet Things found on the neighbor's lawn Fixing shit that ain't broken Breaking shit that needs to be fixed It's only stolen if you're caught with it Oxidation had taken its toll In this house filled with ghosts Picture frames are always sideways When you're turning copper to gold ♪ Oxidation had taken its toll In this house filled with ghosts Picture frames are always sideways When you're turning copper to gold