Gather whatever you need and get out of here
Show me your hideout, I know how to disappear
Leave no signs of life behind- rest is for the dead
Home is anywhere I lay my head
Spare change
Spare change
Spare change
Chains
The hours and hours of kneeling on ice cold ground
Repeating the run downed greetings from the lost-and-found
Tell me, Sister Thistle, can we return home yet?
Oh Sister Thistle, is this enough to pay back the debt?
Sister Thistle, sister Thistle are we living with no regrets?
She shook her head and bummed a cigarette
Spare change
Spare change
Spare change
Chains
Spare change
Spare change
Spare change
Chains