We hang our heads in the heavy house With halls that scream a ling slow no Dirty thoughts fall from my soul, Heaped like clothes upon the floor This night has a thousand lies That burn holes in my petty head Flesh creeps up all the wrong walls It's my misfortune that you're suspicious I could swear a thousand prayers and cast stone bibles into the sea But my lifelines full of solitaire,yours is happy full of nothing