End Of The Line

Murder By Death

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

The wait it is over

This bottle is done

So we clench our fists

And fight our demons

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

I'll be waiting

I'll be waiting for him there

At the end of the line.