There are things that you and me, we bury deep We go and dig a hole and plant like trees things we don't want to see, what we're afraid to be from the ground under our feet the bugs have our shame to eat! Everything happens for a reason or is that just made up to, give us a purpose? Dirt filled with filth and lies a way to hide our guilty ties under the sun and clouds it will eventually sprout. Something in life, aren't meant to be known Or Bitter problematic people will be overgrown what would we be? without personal anarchy? You think things will work out as planned, they never really do still here we stand. There are things that you and me, we bury deep hide away its things we don't, we don't wanna keep Its no longer me, It never happened to me! From the ground under my feet, the bugs have my shame to eat.

You built a house of stone and steel paint us a portrait that's so surreal the doors are locked and i know there's nothing to hide behind them but bones (chorus) and the story unfolds and i turn the page to see what comes next and I'll tell you from what I've learned that i just like you a afraid to fly. On to the window shall we look inside? all of your terrors sure know how to hide No dust on the cabinet, none on the drawers everything is spotless but the blood on the floor! (chorus) and the story unfolds and i turn the page to see what comes next and i'll tell you from what i've learned that I'm just like you a afraid to fly. *musical break*

sitting by the tracks out side of the yard i hear the whistle blowing the trains chuggin hard by the time it gets to us, it's going to fast to hop. Underneath the bridge in Nashville Tennessee finally the train stops just for me, but not before we get hassled by the cops. So its back out on the road same stories are always told to me it don't get old. well I grew up in the backwoods, moved out into the streets So not to burden those i love and i got somewhere to sleep Because i refuse to sell myself, shorter than I'm worth. So i wake up in the morning with the sun beating down upon my dirty face as i lie on the ground Pack up my gear and its time for a long days work So it's back out on the road, same stories are always told To me it don't get old While you're whining about being alone complaining about being cold to me it don't get old Spending most my time on street corners and on ramps I've been searching through the city for a place to camp stuffing my face with some strangers leftovers Cause there's no sense in paying for what should be free Like food, transportation, and PROPERTY! I'll die before accepting wages from some lazy share holders. So it's back out on the road, same stories are always told To me it don't get old While you're whining about being alone complaining about being cold to me it don't get old! Search for something more the older that i get If we can change the world even a little bit But its hard to make a change when you're in it on your own And all the country miles that we all can walk! and all the fucking freight trains we could hop! couldn't lead us to a place we could call home we could call home A place we could call home we could call home A place we could call home.

Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog, It's all for me beer and tobacco. For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin, Far across the western ocean I must wander. Where are me boots, me noggin', noggin' boots, They're all gone for beer and tobacco. For the heels they are worn out and the toes are kicked about And the soles are looking out for better weather. Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog, It's all for me beer and tobacco. For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin, Far across the western ocean I must wander. Where is me shirt, me noggin', noggin' shirt, It's all gone for beer and tobacco, For the collar is all worn, and the sleeves they are all torn, And the tail is looking out for better weather. Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog, It's all for me beer and tobacco. For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin, Far across the western ocean I must wander. I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bed, Since first I came ashore from me slumber, For I spent all me dough on the lassies don't you know, Far across the western ocean I must wander. Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog, It's all for me beer and tobacco. For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin, Far across the western ocean I must wander.