Yeah   They say you'll go to hell   If you can paint   Things we know so well   Are never faint   I watch the drip fall in (forming?) lines (?)   A little low   And after all i heard   I listen more   Your life is not your own   You're just hangin out in flesh and bone   All our days   Are numbered   It's an age old spell    I've been under, Well   You're thinkin "Will it move?"----fresh(?)   See all the things you hate   Up close in your face, oh   I walk some different lines   And never boworrowed   And after all i've heard   I listen more   My bag of flesh and bone   Will just get burried in the mud   All our days    Are numbered   Ooh, Its and age old spell   I've been under, Yeah   My bag of flesh and bone   Will just get burried in the mud   Your life is not your own   Your just hanging out in flesh and bone   All our days    Are numbered   It's an age old spell   I've been under, yeah   All our days   Are numbered   It's an age old spell   We live under      Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah