A Map To The Heavens

O' did I run!
Did I have much to say!
But I saved it for the fireside
Where we drank til’ we were drunk
‘Til our minds were in a haze
That's my favorite time to tell a secret…
Get it off your chest
It'll help you feel okay!
I won’t even recall what you said anyway!
Another drink for my friend
For his secret's been told!
-A map to a mountain of silver and gold

I wise man once told me all I have is my time,
So I took his bet,
Said the world would be mine
Then the planets aligned,
And we met here today
Turns out my luck's not as dry as I thought!
In the old days, good fortune just fell in my lap,
But who needs windfall
When a knife to the back
Can make a man blather every inch of his soul?
Most folks just aren't that much fun in a normal conversation

When you get a map to the heavens,
You should probably keep it in a safe
Where people like me can't come along
And pluck it from your fingertips
What was yours is better mine
What's to say?
I'm a snake

I'd been hiding up in the snow from my shame
Baby, I’m never going home
The sun in my eyes forces tears,
But I don’t feel anything
When I watch people die,
They're just props on a stage,
And I’m a callous monologue

If I get into Heaven,
Best believe all the angels'll run away
Because a person like me comes along
And plucks the halo from their heads
What was yours is better mine
What's to say?
I'm a snake

O’ did I run!
Did I have much to say!
But my safety-pin attention has me cling to better things
I'm thinking passion's just a pocketful of change,
So go cash in your obsessions,
And let's have a feast!
I stole the map to paradise
And wasn't giving back
I'm the fox that killed the chicken,
And I've got it by the neck!
The priests all preach humility
-A coward's claim to fame
We're going to the Promised Land
And coming back as kings!

Looking at myself from the heavens,
I can say no one could ever take my place
It's not every day someone like me comes along
And shows you how to be yourself
Everyone else?
Well, they can jump off a bridge

I don't believe in fairy-tales
I don't believe in dreams
I don't believe in anything that's not in front of me
I can't foresee the outcome
I don't even have a plan!
But I'm certain I could fly if I only had the chance!
Nobody wants to look at me until I'm in their face
Sons of bitches like to talk,
But they don't have a lot to say
We might be baking enemies,
We might be baking friends,
Might be cooking up a fortune,
Might be setting up the table again