| Raised myself for a million lies
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| I could sell religion to Jesus Christ
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| A broken home, I left behind
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| Gave up everything for a couple of lines
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| I know my time is growing near
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| My heart is empty and there’s no tears
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| I wasted so many years
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| Lost in the bottle 'till I disappeared
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| Heading down the same routine
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| My throne is high just like a king
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| But black tar and nicotine
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| Shot me in the heart and killed my dreams
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| The world is bitter cold
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| Filled my pockets with blood and stone
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| The streets I grew up on, I called home
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| Friends I had left me long ago
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| Running far and in-between
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| I had it all at seventeen
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| But black tar and nicotine
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| Shot me in the heart and killed my dreams
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| One day heaven came to take my pain
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| With a fist full of pills and a needle stuck in my vein
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| Tears roll down like sweat on my face
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| I didn’t know what to do 'cause I was afraid
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| I’m sitting alone in this motel room
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| Paper thin walls and a rack for my shoes
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| Don’t know where I’m going next
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| Now I lay here in this bed
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| 'Cause black tar and nicotine
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| Shot me in the heart and killed my dreams
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| 'Cause black tar and nicotine
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| Shot me in the heart and killed my dreams
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| Black tar and nicotine
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| Shot me in the heart and killed my dreams
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| Black tar and nicotine
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| Shot me in the heart and killed my dreams |