Is this a habit?
Is this the black sun?
Are my shoulders pinned down?
Are these the death throws?
The cracks in the code?
A fall, a fall, a submission
Is this a habit?
Is this a route? A riff? A line? A split?
Or is this a rut?
Should I be playing...playing...playing...freer stuff?
A liberation of stuff
With no deliberation
Is this a spell you put me under?
An overdose of Johnny Thunders with white lightning
Voltage controlled
A black, cotton cape around your shoulders
And the skin of a tambourine
You know what I mean
The beats, the fags, the smoke, the rags
Calling it down
Calling it a problem
Let's call it a problem
One thousand trees
Pining
Eyesore
Them left...and right
In a field...was once a wood
On straight dead...straight dead,,, straight dead road
Is this a habit?
Is this a habit?
Well, is it?

You're the habit that's keeping me
From one place at once
A jail in but name
Ordered and....
You're the habit that's keeping me
In threads and pins, clean clothes and feed
Things that I......
You're the habit that's keeping me
From days of undress, nights of excess
Weeks withut.....
You're the habit that's keeping me
From my impractical home, days all alone
And nights on...
Nights on
Nights on
You're the habit that's keeping me