Number With No Name (Harper Ben)

I'm serenaded by a chorus of a thousand burning cigarettes You've been taking chances, mama While I've been placing bets So tell it to the ashes, they know we served It may be good for the soul but it's hard on the nerves The very thing that drives you, can drive you insane Got a head full of thought crimes and a number with no name Got an eleventh hour Jesus and a mouth full of blame A casket lined with silver dollars and a number with no name There's nowhere to run I've got no one to tell My face has become a mask and I'm not wearing it well For five days straight I've been breathing fire Don't have room on my body For another scar The very thing that drives you, can drive you insane Got a head full of thought crimes and a number with no name Got an eleventh hour Jesus and a mouth full of blame A casket lined with silver dollars and a number with no name