Number With No Name (Live from the Montreal International Jazz Festival)

I'm serenaded by a chorus
Of a thousand burning cigarettes
You've been taking chances mama
I've been placing bets
So tell it to the ashes
They know we served
It may be good for the soul
But it's hard on the nerves

The very thing that drives you
Can drive you insane
Got a head full of thought crimes
And a number with no name
Got an eleventh hour Jesus
And a mouth full of blame
A casket lined with silver dollars
And a number with no name
Number with no name

I got nowhere to run
Got no one to tell
My face has become a mask
And I'm not wearing it well
For five days straight
I have been breathing fire
And I don't have room on my body
For another scar

The very thing that drives you
Can drive you insane
Got a head full of thought crimes
And a number with no name
Got an eleventh hour Jesus
And I'm tryin' to explain
My casket lined with silver dollars
And a number with no name
Number with no name



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Harper, Jordan Richardson, Jesse Ingalls, Jason Mozersky
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