Smokestack Lyrics - Walkabouts

Swept the floor of dreams 

Live ones in the cracks 

Crawling from the woodwork 

Just to break your mother's back 

Hail the future king 

No surprises left 

Formula is widely know by chemists 

And the minds they've blown 

Smokestack 

Smokestack 

Smokestack 

Count 'em 1 in 10 

Can't hold on to those threats 

Not-so-distant cousins 

Of the nails on which you slept 

Amateur contortionist 

With pyrotechnic skill 

This is not a mob you rule 

It's just the family barbecue 

Smokestack 

Smokestack 

Smokestack 

Smokestack 

Smokestack 

Smokestack 

Standing on my head 

And just in time to see 

A promise in each pocket 

And a liar in each sleeve 

The spoils have been crudely cut 

In out of balance halves 

Nothing left to peace or calm 

That explosions couldn't bring along