You smoke your cigarettes down to the bonenAnd since you vowed to back it and you're too proud to sack itnYou have to carry on your ownnnYou think you had it under controlnBest foot forward and don't look back no morenIt could break your heart and torment your soulnnWell, they sold my name after they stole my shamenSold my name, ah yeahnTumbled my game, tumbled their gamenGot a tablet sized brains, yeahnnYou smoke your cigarettes down to the bonenAnd it's best not to mention you're craving for attentionnYour love for fame like blood from a stonennToo busy to notice that you've thrownnYou turn to dust as there's no one left to trustnLast chance and your mind will gonnSuppose my name, suppose it camenAnd they sold my shame, yeahnAnd suppose it came out and tumbled their gamenTablet sized brains, yeahnnOr is it really such a sin though?nToll for my sinnIs it such a sin though?nnOne hand is sailingnOne hand is sailingnOne hand is sailingnOne hand is sailingnOne hand is sailingnOne hand is sailing