They would push it in they would turn and twist
They would laugh as the blade entered my back
I will burn them down, I will turn them out

I will plan all the ways I can get them back

It was in sight

Electric light
All growing dim
Two wires thin

Like burning flint
Down to the stick
It was so sick

Two wires thick

They would push it in they would grind and twist

They would laugh as the blade entered my back
I will tear them out, I will burn them down
I have reached the end of the line and this time


It was in sight
Electric light

All growing dim
Two wires thin
Like burning flint

Down to the stick
It was so sick
Two wires thick

I will get you back