hailey

Blood picket fence Morning cigarette Feel a little tense I know just what you'll get I hope you don't forget the deal I'll make tonight You know it's for the best So turn out the light Hailey's in the hallway with the hatchet in her hand 'Cause lately she's been lying to her lousy old man 'Bout the creatures in her sleep In her bed, in the church And her daddy is a priest But he's friends with a serpent People all around, yeah they're lying to me 'Cause the only thing that's real is the mind of the sheep And the shepherd leaves the herd, and you're left on your own Only then can you know, only then can the smoke Slowly creep into your mind And the chemical you die with Will open up the blood picket fence and collide with the (Oh, ah)