There’s a house where prisoners worship, where honest men confess,
I admitted I was a thief to the darkness in my chest,
I admitted to the thrill of the killing that I’d done,
It was funny, man, it was tragic: the kind of person I’d become.
I would help you up a ladder to watch you dangle from a rope,
And I would shine a light upon you to make you see a ray of hope,
I’d scratch and kick the love you give, watch it bleed and lie down hurt,
Then I’d change my mind and kiss you, and say it all without one word.
My heart had become a callous, big as a fist and hard as steel,
Like a thousand souls before me, I met my man, I made my deal,
When I thought about it, I’d laugh and cry ‘til my eyes were swollen shut,
It was funny, man, it was tragic: the kind of person I’d become.
I would help you up a ladder to watch you dangle from a rope,
And I would shine a light upon you to make you see a ray of hope,
I’d scratch and kick the love you give, watch it bleed and lie down hurt,
I’d change my mind and kiss you, and say it all without one word.
In a house where prisoners worship a heart beats, scared to death,
I got down to my knees and claimed my innocence under my breath,
I knelt there in betrayal, I put my temple to the gun,
I felt my finger twitch, then it was over, man, it was.
I would help you up a ladder and watch you dangle from a rope,
And I would shine a light upon you to make you see a ray of hope,
I’d scratch and kick the love you give, watch it bleed and lie down hurt,
Then I’d change my mind and kiss you, and say it all without one word,
I said it all without one word.
