Over Your Shoulder

There's a mark on my backfrom my last heart attackA whiskeymouthbottleneckcardstackThere's a source, of course,she says: It's whispering at nightlike air leaks from a tirethe truth outruns your lies (life)If you jump track, thinkin' it's overRemember?Sooner or later it's over your shoulderI've got a bigmechanicmouthit resonates with soundA forkedmetallictongueit's green with what it's foundSpin my head aroundfor a different viewYou can't look straight aheadto see what's in front of youIf you jump track, thinkin' it's overRemember?Sooner or later it's over your shoulder