Slow, still moving though, pull on this rope and take me down Smoke, I can't see smoke, my hands are broke, so take me down Time is going quick, my neck is stiff, and here I sit You know you're coughing on your own, you know it's too loud You stack it up for what you've drawn, you never stop I put my gun front first, you're miles ahead, you should go out on your day I'm going back to bed Head, below by the place, I feel so misplaced, where have I been? Gas, I'm going nowhere, my God it's not fair, the things I've seen Proud to be ordinary You know you're coughing on your own, you know it's too loud You stack it up for what you've drawn, you never stop I put my gun front first, you're miles ahead, you should go out on your day I'm going back to bed