For all that we know, intestines tie in a bow.
And they run the long lengths of souls, while we covering up in clothes.
By the time I started crawling, the chieftans of police started calling-
For peace and oh please baby, pray, before them sons of a bitches get in the way.

So I said, "I'm leaving town before the rumor gets around. And in case I never land, well I hope that you know where I am."

I tried to tell the truth - and it was like scraping a filling from a tooth.
And I tried digging up the grave, but I was bleeding and bleeding...

So I said, "I'm leaving town before the rumor gets around. And in case I never land, well I hope that you know where I am."

So don't you cry tonight, because I'm still here.