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 wimper Hide your feelings And when he's gone