Smokestack magic has dusted my lungs
Freakishly tragic, gracelessly numb
TV boy, TV girl
Stay on your TV set until the end of the world
I came awake and heard the voice of Jesus Christ
You make me feel like I’ve already died
Smokestack magic painfully pure
I was in transit now I’m unsure
Smokestack magic shadowy dog
Dig through to China bury it all
I came awake and heard the voice of Jesus Christ
You make me feel like I’ve already died
Smokestack magic too far from home
Nothing but static phantom radio
And nail into bone nail into to bone
Smokestack magic has dusted my lungs
Freakishly tragic, gracelessly numb
I came awake and heard the voice of Jesus Christ
You make me feel like I’ve already died
Smokestack magic nail into bone