DESCRIPTION:
Staring back from his fate, wearing ankles of chrome He's holding the answer he loathes Sharing six beds for twenty-four deaths If you long to be goned you'll come back Holding his hands up to the glass Biting his tongue, time has run out YOU BETTER BURN YOU BETTER BURN ME AT THE STAKE BECAUSE PROVIDENCE SHE DON'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE From the swine to the drain, it's the price he must pay He can't hold his breath for too long The sharper the shackles, the colder the bones For a mare's nest devours its own Holding his hands up to the glass Biting his tongue, time has run out YOU BETTER BURN YOU BETTER BURN ME AT THE STAKE BECAUSE PROVIDENCE SHE DON'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE SHE DON'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE