All the kids have run inside, Grabbed a spot under the stairs They've barricaded all the windows And rigged the doorknobs shut with chairs What are they waiting for, they don't know They just keep their fingers crossed And maybe pray to Mary or Jesus Christ can hear them knocking down the door
The wait it is over, this bottle is done So we clench our fists and fight our demons
There's a girl with a flower pot Full of dirt and bullet shells She puts it by her window Gives it sunlight, restores its health After a month or two The shells start to grow into bunches of barbed wire They spread across the walls, the windows, and the floors And their grip never tires
The wait it is over, this bottle is done So we clench our fists and fight our demons
Lay low, keep your head down Listen for the sound of the dusty train That's comin' to sweep us all away I can hear the rails a rattlin' Again the hectic fray So set the bone with a cardboard splint And strike the nail against the flint And set the fields on fire for him This time I am stronger now And I can fight it I'll be waitin' at the end of the line At the end of the line Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
