There are evil words on the tip of my tongue   Evil words that should not be sung   There are names and hateful things   That I want to say      They are burning holes inside my throat   Making me gasp for air, makin' me choke   They're close, so close   They are about to overflow      They would flood the streets of that little town   And all my enemies would surely drown   But they would kill me and they'd kill you too   If I ever let them out, if I ever let them out      Instead I turn them into other things   Or I lock them up and put them away   Or go out at night and softly sing them   To the oldest of the trees      Or I put my lips against the ground   I shut my eyes and open my mouth   I let 'em out, I let 'em out   And they always sink right down   Right down into the ground