Lyrics:You’re severed from the source of the light And you’re not for long The shimmer in your shimmy shakePlays its own damned song Pacing like ya bout to escape But the freedom’s all wrong hereDoing whatcha knows is right It’s a full time job, dearThe 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 AnnihilationWhen the end of yer night becomes day The tones of a six string axeGonna set a little stage But the bones in our bag of tricks Start to give our ass ‘wayGoin where the money’s right It’s a goddamn gambleSaying what needs to be said You gotta set an exampleThe 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 AnnihilationWhen the end of yer night becomes day The lonesome winds are blowing Just to blow the wrong wayThe lonesome winds are blowing Just to blow the wrong way…