I rose hell from a jail cell
I couldn't count another crack in the floor
Left blood and sweat on the prison gate

When I ran out the front door
But now I'm free


I done my time as an Other One
But I still can't shake the chill
Gonna squeeze and heat with all my friends

Gonna lose my breath and still
I will be free


When I die, when I die
I hope you pour one out for me
When I die, when I die

I hope you'll be there

Mr. Rigby, he goes and leans against the fence

And he wonders where in heaven's name
His wife has gone


Mrs. Tom believes that her luck is heaven sent
When from the depths of outer space
She hears a song


My lungs were tight in black and white
I could not greet the moon

Now every little drop of blood I taste
Is the greatest little piece of news


I see her there when the river's low
And the streets begin to buzz
The world has tilted on its feet

'Cause I find myself in love
And I'm completely free


Welcome to my renaissance
3, 2, 1, submission
Cigarette butts and a little talk

Are the tickets for admission