Knee deep and born into it
You didn't ask for this and don't I know it?
A father's son
We couldn't hope for less
Pry these workds from my cold dead lips
Home is where the heart is
And the ghosts I draw
Will leave you cold
A bankrupt father
To skin and bones
I'm moving over;
I'm making room for you
I'm making room
I will occupy the space between
What you say and what you mean
And you say
That the devil's in the detail
And if that's true
When he is through with me he will
Sure as hell be after you
And the ghosts I draw
Will leave you cold
A bankrupt father
To skin and bones
We escape, we escape, we escape
With our minds made up
We escape, we escape, we escape
And our time is up