Got No Chains

A locust wind came blowin' right through them swinging doors
Knocked me off my toothpick legs and up the spiral stairs
To a room I'm no long in, museum of fools and lies

No room for my change of heart
No room for my second thought

Spoken down the past, go, there is a makeshift trail
And in the room where I carved your name out of my tooth and nail
And I'm so cool, they strip my clothes and stuck 'em in a hole

No room for my change of heart
No room for my second thought

Got no chains, I got no chains at all
I left them in my motel with my wrecking ball
Got no chains, I got no chains at all
Rest assured that we'll soon be cured of that
Serpents will to score

Jack be nimble, Jack be quickly, Jack drink some of these
Trace the lines of infamy upon the palms you read
The prophets are the profiteers that throw the tethered ball

No room for that change of heart
No room for that second thought

Got no chains, I got no chains at all
I left them in motel with my wrecking ball
Got no chains, got no chains at all
Rest assured that we'll soon be cured of that
Serpents will be scorn

Emissary of luck on you has pulled the funeral cart
And down the blacktop finger into the last hurrah
I once a shrewd collector, that cart had overflowed

No room for my change of heart
No room for my second thought

Got no chains, I got no chains at all
I left them in my motel with my wrecking ball
Got no chains, I got no chains at all
Rest assured that we'll soon be cured of that
Serpents will to score

And the beast was lost and it lies here slain
In the darkness of this hall



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Eckman
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