The whole story From the edge of the road That soothes and encodes That cuts and erases It all comes down to your glory And the land covered with gray It all comes down to the place that it was Or ought to have been
The lies are too heady All the lies are too cruel To the hearts That are chewing away On the mud oozing out of their sores
Come all unready And peep through the hole And see what I see That I'll climb over you I'll climb over you I'll climb over you When you're done