From the bowery to the brimstone   I tried to find your heart   With drugs of initiation   The bottom of a barrel that drops   I understand your causes   Sympathize the motivation   But all the details of this war   Are just self-infatuation      And it's one, two, three, nothing's for free   Four, five, six, pick up the sticks and go home   You better own up to me, yeah      The manic blood runs thick   My friend, are you looking for a clean escape?   What's left, when the locks have all been broken   Young children of authority   Now how long can you be agile dancing between the alter   And the mercy seat?   Yeah, now here's a chance to make a choice   Are you aware of the fire beneath your feet?      One, two, three, nothing's for free   Four, five, six, pick up the sticks and go home   You better own up to me, yeah   Yeah yeah, go home      The basement lies within us   Our fear comes through the door   Now there's nothing left between us   As the fear becomes a roar      Once that wheel is in motion   Don't lose what you have found   I'm talking about that burning wheel of tongues   Everything that makes it go round and round   We're all born in the devil's scorn   They want to see you die   I'm asking you, "Are you true?"   And everything they say is a lie, it's a lie      One, two, three, nothings for free   Four, five, six, pick up the sticks and go      One, two, three, nothings for free   Four, five, six, pick up the sticks and go      One, two, three, nothings for free   (We're all born in the devil's scorn)   One, two, three, nothings for free   (We're all born in the devil's scorn)   Everything they say it's a lie, it's a lie now   (We're all born in the devil's scorn)   Everything they say it's a lie, it's a lie now   (We're all born in the devil's scorn)      Pick up the sticks   (Pick up the sticks)   Pick up the sticks   (Pick up the sticks)   Pick up the sticks   (Pick up the sticks)   Pick up the sticks   Go home