Daddy's little girl ain't a girl no more I'm a negative creep This is getting to be This is out of our reach I'm a negative creep and I'm stoned! This is out of our range This is out of our reach and it's grown This is getting to be drone I'm a negative

These four walls of Farnworth Are closin' in on me \"Get me out of here\" I see the preacher's eyes As my daughter cries For livin' my life this way Tonight I ride the lightning To my final restin' place My final meal's over

'Til we break and scatter worlds apart Yeah, I paid the price and own the scars And our paper houses reach the stars Why did we climb and fall so far? (One, two, three) In this house of broken hearts We made our love out of stacks of cards And, yes, we