Ashtray balanced on my chest
sucking on a cigarette
if i dnand't burn in hell
i just might burn in bed
staring into a glowing red ember
on a chilly morning in december
i look out my front window
and realize that the walk needs shoveling
oh my head aches
whenever iand'm listening to you
oh my head aches
whenever iand'm thinking about you
underneath a snowbank
i found myself a big thumb
found myself a rusty dime
i put the big thumb in my pocket
the damn thing stayed there and'til it rotted
now i keep it in a pickle jar
i wonder who it once belonged to?
