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