Beneath the bottom of the barrel. Buried under wasted days. A love dead and gone. A bitter after taste. Can I find some solace? Can I find some peace? Leave behind the life I've known, of beggars and thieves. I'm so tired of living lies I'll justify. When it used to rain, it always really poured. It always left me down, down and out on the floor. Can I find the strength? To be who I should be? Leave behind the life I've known, of beggars and thieves. I'm so tired of living lies I'll justify. And I watched it burn, burn at both ends. I watched it burn as the choir sang. I watched it burn. I watched it burn