I'm free, he can't touch me

Six feet down and there's no sadness

Hands and heads full

Old and hostile fists are pounding



Nothing's simple

No respect or meaning

Why the screaming

When he's gone, burn the house down



Too proud to come to me when you were dying

Well, look at the dash now you're frying

Hands and heads full

Old and hostile fist are pounding



Nothing's simple

No respect or meaning

Why the screaming

When he's gone, burn the house down



Nothing's simple

No respect or meaning

Why the screaming

Never whimper, hide your feelings

And when he's gone, burn the house down