Death - Parts & Labor

You don’t know where you’ve gone

The past few years went on too long

You don’t know where you’ve gone

You don’t know what you did

To get to a place like this

You don’t know what you did

The bright lights shone right through

The holes that grew inside you head

Carved by poisons you were fed

Another eighteen miles until the end of Idaho

The only place you’ll ever know

You always say you wish it would come sooner

An end to this decay of place and time

Returning to a home you won’t remember

This tank of gas won’t get you very far