Let me peek through the empty door In the rotten wood Shot your work, 'cause I'm interested A carpenter, so elegant, at place and splinter Ride beneath my nose Where I cannot take them out The same briars from your rips Are the tender in my father's house
And I know, I know I know, I know oh, I know my soul and Anybody else, You're gonna run, you're gonna run When you find out who I am I know I'm probably a filthy wreckage You would wish you'd never touch You're gonna run, you're gonna run When you find out who I am You're gonna run, you're gonna run It's alright, everybody does You're gonna run, It's alright, everybody does You're gonna run, It's alright, everybody does.