I'm free He can't touch me Six feet
down And there's no address
Hands and
heads full Old and hostile Fists are
pounding Nothing's simple No respect or
meaning Why the screaming When he's
gone Burn the house down
Too proud to
come to me When you were dying Well look at
the dash Now you're frying Hands and heads
full Old and hostile Fists are
pounding Nothing's simple No respect or
meaning Why the screaming When he's
gone Burn the house down
Nothing's
simple No respect or meaning Why the
screaming
Never whimper Hide your
feelings And when he's gone Burn the house
down Burn the house down When he's gone
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