I'm free   He can't touch me   Six feet down   And there's no sadness      Hands and heads full   Old and hostile   Fists are pounding   Nothing's simple   No respect or meaning   Why the screaming   When he's gone   Burn the house down   Too proud to come to me   When you are dying   Well look at the dash   Now you're frying      Hands and heads full   Old and hostile   Fists are pounding   Nothing's simple   No respect or meaning   Why the screaming   When he's gone   Burn the house down (x3)      When he's gone   Burn the house down   When he's gone      Hands and heads full   Old and hostile   Fists are pounding   Nothing's simple   No respect or meaning   Oh Why the screaming   Never whimper   Hide your feelings   And when he's gone   Burn the house down (repeated til end)