They would push it in, they would turn and twist They would laugh as the blade entered my back I will burn them down, I will turn them out I will plan on the ways I can get them back
It was in sight Electric light All growing dim Two wires thin Like burning flint Down to the stick It was so sick Two wires thick
They would push it in, they would grind and twist They would laugh as the blade entered my back I will tear them out, I will burn them down I have reached the end of the line and this time
It was in sight Electric light All growing dim Two wires thin Like burning flint Down to the stick It was so sick Two wires thick