Punks In The Park
Des Ark
I live in a town I don't love anymore
Always one hand on the exit
And another on a numbered door
So what's it going to be?
Will a secret, numbered door
Set me free?
I moved to the woods
An abandoned shack
I built it with my mother
And my father's hands
If anything was uncertain then
It's certain now
No secrets ring around these doors
Oh, lord, give me heaven, give me agony
Oh, I'm growing restless
When you set between
Oh, just give us death
If you ain't going to give us peace
Along the way
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