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when everything you see has turned to dust
no one s always knocking on the door
Just tell em no one lives here anymore, but i can feel his awful presence in my skin, and all around i feel the lord s eyes watching
the apples on the tree have turned to rot
no one s always knocking on the door
My daddy was an evil, ice is crawling up and down the walls, who s that yonder crouching in the corner
I m tired of your god-fearing stink, but i can feel his awful presence in my skin
throw me in an old pine box
No one s always knocking on the door, and all around i feel the lord s eyes watching
This town it just don t feel the same to me, my daddy was an evil, ice is crawling up and down the walls
I m tired of your god-fearing stink, and nail that lid on top Bastards, the rain is always leaking through the windows
No one s always knocking on the door, what s that thing scratching neath the floorboards
ice is crawling up and down the walls
And i don t wanna live here anymore, if you think i m gonna whimper well i m not
what s that thing scratching neath the floorboards
The rain is always leaking through the windows, this town it just don t feel the same to me, throw me in an old pine box
Throw me in an old pine box, what ya gonna do come sunday morning, i don t want to talk about tomorrow
and nail that lid on top
never had a name they call me trouble
go back into town i wanna think
Brother i have never not been lost, what s that thing scratching neath the floorboards, throw me in an old pine box
What s that thing scratching neath the floorboards, throw me in an old pine box
The apples on the tree have turned to rot, throw me in an old pine box, but i can feel his awful presence in my skin
And nail that lid on top, my daddy was an evil
I m proud to say i never really knew him, just tell em no one lives here anymore
The apples on the tree have turned to rot, and nail that lid on top
and all around i feel the lord s eyes watching
and i don t wanna live here anymore
this town it just don t feel the same to me
just tell em no one lives here anymore
No one s always knocking on the door, throw me in an old pine box
This town it just don t feel the same to me, i m tired of your god-fearing stink
and nail that lid on top
if you think i m gonna whimper well i m not
Who s that yonder crouching in the corner, throw me in an old pine box
Never had a name they call me trouble, throw me in an old pine box Old, i m tired of your god-fearing stink
And nail that lid on top, ice is crawling up and down the walls, i don t want to talk about tomorrow
Throw me in an old pine box, and nail that lid on top Old, i don t want to talk about tomorrow
Why sir are you hanging from that tree, the apples on the tree have turned to rot, but i can feel his awful presence in my skin
Forgive me holy father if you must, and nail that lid on top Box, when everything you see has turned to dust
Throw me in an old pine box, if you think i m gonna whimper well i m not
Brother i have never not been lost, and all around i feel the lord s eyes watching, never had a name they call me trouble
We inherit the sins of our fathers, never had a name they call me trouble
Throw me in an old pine box, what s that thing scratching neath the floorboards
Throw me in an old pine box, and all around i feel the lord s eyes watching Bastards, and nail that lid on top
And all around i feel the lord s eyes watching, i can t afford to pay for heat this winter, and nail that lid on top
What s that thing scratching neath the floorboards, throw me in an old pine box, throw me in an old pine box
i don t want to talk about tomorrow
Ice is crawling up and down the walls, and nail that lid on top
the rain is always leaking through the windows
brother i have never not been lost
and nail that lid on top
and i don t wanna live here anymore