Murder By Death

End Of The Line

Murder By Death


All the kids have run inside grabbed a spot under 
the stairs they've barricaded all the windows and 
rigged the doorknobs shut with chairs what are they 
waiting for they don't know they just keep their fingers 
crossed and maybe pray to mary or jesus christ I can hear 
them knocking down the door the wait it is over this bottle 
is done so we clench our fists and fight our demons there's 
a girl with a flower pot full of dirt and bullet shells she 
puts it by her window gives it sunlight restores its health 
after a month or two the shells start to grow into branches 
of barbed wire they spread across the walls the windows and 
the floors and their grip never tires lay low lay low keep 
your head down lay low lay low listen for the sound of the 
dusty train that's comin' to sweep us all away I can hear 
the rails a rattlin' against the hectic fray so set the 
bone with a cardboard split and strike the nail against 
the flint and set the fields on fire let the devil come 
let him come I'll be waitin' for him this time I am stronger 
now and I can fight it I'll be waitin' at the end of the line 
at the end of the line.