On The Alter

Hedge my road and pave my bets I've gotta lotta cigarettes I stole them from a clothin' store That's always got a closed-way-door It's one way or the other You couldn't hide from my mother (or father) Place my bets on the alter I've got the Carruthers I hedge my old man, sing my road I'll steal you a liquor store I'll walk by your precious door And I'll cave in your head once more Hedge my bets on a little roads Take it backs and then reload I got a cigarette upon my nose It is hard to breathe anymore I got a cigarette Cigarette Ow, a cigarette I want a cigarette and I'm bored