Written by: Bob Mould
Produced by: Bob Mould
Crucified, where's your money?
You decide, you always try
There's lots of poison in your soul
But what's inside your rabbit hole?
When you decide to let the flower grow
Rectified, let power go
Listen, all the words are falling
You miss them all so far away
Looking down, the lights are flickering
Losing time, it's all been done to death
Ain't too proud to let it go
But you decide to let the fire grow
When Lucifer and God have settled
Every time, it's always tied
Who's setting another fire?
Who will sit with father time?
Put the fire in
Lucifer and all
The words you're throwing in