Let me peek through the empty door
In the rotten wood
Shot your work, 'cause I'm interested
A carpenter, so elegant, at place and splinter
Ride beneath my nose
Where I cannot take them out
The same briars from your rips
Are the tender in my father's house
And I know, I know
I know, I know oh,
I know my soul and
Anybody else,
You're gonna run, you're gonna run
When you find out who I am
I know I'm probably a filthy wreckage
You would wish you'd never touch
You're gonna run, you're gonna run
When you find out who I am
You're gonna run, you're gonna run
It's alright, everybody does
You're gonna run,
It's alright, everybody does
You're gonna run,
It's alright, everybody does.