Words can be heard from your grave Pluck from a fist full of straws You cannot resist your tragic flaws
And you said what you said That I'd be better off dead Than be fed into the furnace Shall I be shot through the sky As I fly into the furnace
You know what must be done
And they saw what they saw And then we blow them away You know I like to keep it simple Shall I be shot through the sky As I fly into the furnace
You know what must be done
Shall I be shot through the sky As I fly into the furnace
You know what must be done