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)