Unwarranted Advice - Psychic Rites

You don’t tell me how to live

You’d have me not see what this is

And I can’t go home anyways

‘Cause I no longer care to know what heaven has in store

You’re just blowing smoke

You’re just blowing smoke

And I stepped out from the shadow of the Cross

And what I saw could not be forgot

The pinks and the blues, a new love of truth

And it dripped down my throat, I have a new home

I found that you’re just blowing smoke

You’re just blowing smoke

You’re just blowing smoke