From the bowery to the brimstone I tried to find your heart With drugs of initiation The bottom of a barrel that drops I understand your causes Sympathize the motivation But all the details of this war Are just self-infatuation And it's 1 2 3 Nothings for free 4 5 6 Pick up the sticks and go home
Manic blood runs thick my friend Are you looking for a clean escape What's left when the locks have all been broken Young children of authority Now how long can you be agile Dancing between the alter and the mercy seat Yeah now here's a chance to make a choice Are you aware of the fire beneath your feet 1 2 3 Nothings for free 4 5 6 Pick up the sticks and go home
The basement lies within us Our fear comes through the door Now there's nothing left between us As the fear becomes a roar
Once that wheel is in motion Don't you lose what you have found I'm talking about that burning wheel of tongues Everything that makes it go round and round We're all born in the devils scorn They want to see you die I'm asking you are you true Everything they say is a lie It's a lie
1 2 3 Nothings for free 4 5 6 Pick up the sticks and go 1 2 3 Nothings for free 4 5 6 Pick up the sticks and go 1 2 3 (we're all born) Nothings for free (in the devils scorn) 1 2 3 (we're all born) Nothings for free (in the devils scorn) Everything they say it's a lie (we're all born) It's a lie now (in the devils scorn) Everything they say it's a lie It's a lie now Pick up the sticks (pick up the sticks) Pick up the sticks (pick up the sticks) Pick up the sticks (pick up the sticks) Pick up the sticks And go home
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