Count your bones one by one.
Lie awake at night.
Underground, boxed and glum,
left you there for rot.
All my fears are overgrown,
will someone burn this grove?
Those August nights
They burn hot as hell,
and you wake up sweating dreams.
It casts a spell
it casts a spell.
Welcome home! It's been a while.
Do you miss your head,
with your tattered clothes
and your bloody nose?
Aren't you glad to be rid of the smell?
Not at all? Not at all!
(doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo interlude)
I'll miss the fog through headlight wash
and bed and breath and touch,
but I'll brave it out!
Yeah, I'll brave it out!
There's no use getting down.