End Of The Line

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.