My head is heavy and bent like a crane    The wrecking ball blues are coming again    And Latham says "font>]babe, you know life is a ride"    but living's no fun when you're dead inside.       I pierce myself to wake up my veins    I'd pierce my heart if I thought things would change    But I'm just like the skin that's been stung and restung    And the campfire songs that are sung and resung    For a girl of my age why am I so numb?       I've been chasing a lie I was sold    Running down thieves and fool's gold    And these Christmas dreams are just painted coal       I've been swallowed up by greed. I've been spat upon by lust    If they ain't playing with your money they're playing with your trust    And I'm trying so hard to stop sitting still    To gather the juice that's been spent or been spilled    To find a spark in myself that hasn't been killed    Cause if Death doesn't get you then Life surely will       I've been chasing a lie I was sold    Running down thieves and fool's gold    And these Christmas dreams are just painted coal       We've been chasing a lie we were sold    We're running down thieves and fool's gold    And these Christmas dreams are just painted    Just painted, Just painted, Just painted    Coal       Talk about an early frost.