They would push it in they would turn and twist

They would laugh as the blade entered my back

I will burn them down, I will turn them out

I will plan all the ways I can get them back



It was in sight

Electric light

All growing dim

Two wires thin

Like burning flint

Down to the stick

It was so sick

Two wires thick



They would push it in they would grind and twist

They would laugh as the blade entered my back

I will tear them out, I will burn them down

I have reached the end of the line and this time



It was in sight

Electric light

All growing dim

Two wires thin

Like burning flint

Down to the stick

It was so sick

Two wires thick

I will get you back