The head rush here's Total Smoke and mirror Provocation While the old ropes crack Respect's long hung Cursed with the flickers Of forked tongues Can't say you didn't know well What could come Ain't no just can't tell Sold baited rags Cold cut to choke on The filth and the fury's Within us all While sad grey flags Fly for no one I know of We dance on the water Like skippin stones Sometimes you never can tell What could come Sometimes it's just as well 'Cause if it's all written Don't mean I'm done dreamin' For more than grey shades and bitter pills Of rage in our hearts Dust in the wind