Tonight the lights in the city they don't burn for you Tonight there ain't nothin' left but the bitter truth When you're throwing it out there when there's nowhere to hide When you smile on the surface while it's eating you up from the inside Ten thousand miles, one hundred days Another post card from another place far away How many miles and how many days How many poor substitutes for your pretty face Tonight the rats and snakes got nowhere to run Tonight they can't drink the blood and have their fun When they take out the cold knife stick it deep in my back I wish they'd eat all my cancer when I don't want it back Ten thousand miles, one hundred days Another post card from another place far away How many miles and how many days How many poor substitutes for your pretty How many poor substitutes for your pretty How many poor substitutes for your pretty face No, now it's all or nothing I can't leave well enough alone Ten thousand miles, one hundred days Another post card from another place far away How many miles and how many days How many poor substitutes for your pretty face