It was such a twisted road
That led me to your door
I still got all of those turns
Inside of me here
The patience of an axe
The sickness of the singer
Yellow finger circle the gla**
I'm still not in it
But I still want for so much more
Than I got
And I still got so much more
Than I know how to use
Turn away my son
Turn away from
This house and all its limits
Turn away just once
Turn away from
The whites of all their lies
This is just a start
This is just the let
This is just the best
That we could get
This house is just a future place called home
I hope you keep it broken
The state of the walls
The rich and the poor
The light in the hall
It's still broken
And I am not at home
With the liberal cla**
I don't put my teeth in a jar
Just a...
Just a cup!
The way the liars rise
Upon the wings of their lies
The way it makes you feel small
The way your parents lie
Just as nice as they could
Turn away my son
Turn away from
This house and its white pickets
Turn away just once
Turn away from
The lies, the lies, the lies