Come save me from walking off a windowsill. And you were a map? And now he drags down miles in America. The stove is creeping up his spine again. He took the days for pageant. Became as mad as rabbits. With bushels of bad habits. And who could ask for anymore? Yeah who could have more? His arms were the branches of a Christmas tree. Preached the devil in the belfry. The rope hung his other branch.

No matter how many times that you told me you wanted to leave. Where did you go? Where did you go? Where did you go? As days go by the nights on fire. Tell me would you kill to save for a life. Crash, crash, burn, let it all burn. Where is your God? Where is your God? .