'Cause I know he's here He's everywhere Take a look around oh and you will see That cross we bear It's in the air Lord we thank you for these gifted hands I remember the day that he came in I can't believe how long it's been Like a poet, he began to play

Hangin' around my house when I'm not at home Oh, when you're home and you know you're all alone 'Cause I don't want a soul, baby Woman, I don't wanna a soul Oh, I don't want a soul, baby I don't want you to answer the door for nobody, baby I don't want

We don't run I'm standing my ground And we don't back down Bless each tear and this dirt I was born in (run) We don't run, we don't run I'm not afraid of burning bridges 'Cause I know they're gonna light my way Like a Phoenix, from the ashes Welcome to

To bury the castle, bury the castle Ba da ba ba da ba ba da And we'll dig a deep hole Go get your shovel Ba da ba ba da ba ba Keep your feet on the ground When your head's in the clouds Well go get your shovel We'll dig a deep hole

So what game shall we play today? How about the one where you don't get your way? And even if you do, that's o.k., Dinner at eight, that sounds fine, I suppose it means you'll turn up round nine, Bought a bunch of flowers just for her, She says the

I am so freakin' bored Nothing to do today I guess I'll sit around and medicate (medicate) Why oh why can't you just fix me? When all I want's to feel numb But the medication's all done Why oh why does God hate me? I guess I'll sit around and medicate

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station, gonna get a ticket to ride Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three times Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat Tryin' to

Coming back Full circle You'll come around Cause I know you'll come around But I keep on And I can't jump the track Can't let you go So I keep on And I know why

You and me should go and get so high tonight There was an age the battered times were coiled up around you like a diamond cage Though your sparkle 's long resigned It flickers like the embers of a dying blaze These might be the last days of the blinding

Burn the witch We know where you live This is a low flying panic attack Stay in the shadows Cheer at the gallows This is a round up Sing a song on the jukebox that goes Red crosses on wooden doors And if you float you burn