Rotterdam - Brass Tacks

From above the hand of god
Reaches down and grabs your neck.
A soul is found but there's no one around
To keep your ass in check.

Many times throughout our lives
We wonder why things don't work out.
Well maybe one day you'll see
What you get equals all that you put out.
Yeah.

You're just coasting along.
No gas in the tank.
Like you knew all along.
You got no one to thank.

Below, the devil does glow
He burns a blood-crimson red.
The way you live and all you don't give
I'm fucking shocked that you ain't dead.

Just one time would you be so kind?
Fuck off and leave us alone.
I can't be carrying all your guilt.
Rest assured I have loads of my own.
Yeah.

You're just coasting along.
No gas in the tank.
Like you knew all along.
You got no one to thank.

It's the same old story.
It's the same old lie.
And I can't feel sorry.
No I don't even try.

You're just coasting along.
No gas in the tank.
Like you knew all along.
You got no one to thank.

You're just coasting along.
You're just coasting along.
You're just coasting along.