DESCRIPTION:
6th song from the "Sub-Pop 200" compilation, released in 1988.

Lyrics:
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Locust wind came blowin' right through them swinging doors
It knocked me off my toothpick legs and up the spiral stairs
To a room of long locked lore - museum of fools and lies
No room for my change of heart, no room for my second thought

Spoken down the past, go, there is a makeshift trail
And in the room I carved your name out of my tooth and nail
And I was so cool, it stripped my clothes and stuck 'em in a hole
No room for my change of heart, no room for my second thought

Got no chains, got no chains at all
Left them in motel with my wrecking ball
Got no chains, got no chains at all
Rest assured that he'll soon be cured of that serpent will to score

Jack be nimble, Jack be quickly, Jack drink one of these
And trace the lines of infamy upon the palms you read
The prophets are the profiteers that throw the tethered ball
No room for that change of heart, no room for that second thought

Got no chains, got no chains at all
Left them in motel with my wrecking ball
Got no chains, got no chains at all
Rest assured that he'll soon be cured of that serpent will to scorn

Emissary of luck on you must pull the funeral cart
Down the blacktop finger into the last hurrah
Once a shrewd collector, that cart had overflowed
No room for my change of heart, no room for my second thought

Got no chains, got no chains at all
Left them in motel with my wrecking ball
Got no chains, got no chains at all
Rest assured that he'll soon be cured of that serpent will to score
And the beast was lost and it lies here slain in the darkness of this hall