From the bowery to the brimstone I tried to find your heart With drugs of initiation The bottom of a barrel that drops I understand your causes Sympathize the motivation But all the details of this war Are just self-infatuation
And it's one, two, three, nothing's for free Four, five, six, pick up the sticks and go home You better own up to me, yeah
The manic blood runs thick My friend, are you looking for a clean escape? What's left, when the locks have all been broken Young children of authority Now how long can you be agile dancing between the alter And the mercy seat? Yeah, now here's a chance to make a choice Are you aware of the fire beneath your feet?
One, two, three, nothing's for free Four, five, six, pick up the sticks and go home You better own up to me, yeah Yeah yeah, go home
The basement lies within us Our fear comes through the door Now there's nothing left between us As the fear becomes a roar
Once that wheel is in motion Don't lose what you have found I'm talking about that burning wheel of tongues Everything that makes it go round and round We're all born in the devil's scorn They want to see you die I'm asking you, "Are you true?" And everything they say is a lie, it's a lie
One, two, three, nothings for free Four, five, six, pick up the sticks and go
One, two, three, nothings for free Four, five, six, pick up the sticks and go
One, two, three, nothings for free (We're all born in the devil's scorn) One, two, three, nothings for free (We're all born in the devil's scorn) Everything they say it's a lie, it's a lie now (We're all born in the devil's scorn) Everything they say it's a lie, it's a lie now (We're all born in the devil's scorn)