it was such a twisted road that led me to your door i still got all of those turns inside of me here the patience of an axe the sickness of the singer yellow finger circle the glass i m still not in it but i still want for so much more than i got and i still got so much more than i know how to use turn away my son turn away from this house and all its limits turn away just once turn away from the whites of all their lies this is just a start this is just the let this is just the best that we could get this house is just a future place called home i hope you keep it broken the state of the walls the rich and the poor the light in the hall it s still broken and i am not at home with the liberal class i don t put my teeth in a jar just a just a cup the way the liars rise upon the wings of their lies the way it makes you feel small the way your parents lie just as nice as they could turn away my son turn away from this house and its white pickets turn away just once turn away from the lies the lies the lies