1 2 3

From the bowery to the brimstone

I tried to find your heart

With drugs of initiation

The bottom of the barrel that drops

I understand your causes

Sympathize the motivation

But all the details of this war

Are just self-infatuation

And it's one two three

Nothing's for free

Four five six

Pick up the sticks

And go home

Better own up to me, yeah

Your manic blood runs thick my friend

Are you looking for a clean escape?

What's left when the locks have all been broken

Young children of authority?

Now how long can you be agile

Dancing 'tween the altar and the mercy seat?

Yeah, now here's a chance to make a choice

Are you aware of the fire beneath your feet?

One two three

Nothing's for free

Four five six

Pick up the sticks

And go home

You better own up to me, yeah

Yeah, yeah, go home

The basement lies within us

Our fear comes through the door

Oh, there's nothing left between us

As the fear becomes a roar

Once that wheel is in motion

And don't lose what you have found

I'm talking 'bout that burning wheel of tongues

Everything that makes it go round and around

We're all born in the devil's scorn

He wants to see you die

I'm asking you, "Are you true?"

And everything they say is a lie, is a lie

One two three

Nothing's for free

Four five six

Pick up the sticks

And go

One two three

Nothing's for free

Four five six

Pick up the sticks

And go

One two three (We're all born)

Nothing's for free (In the devil's scorn)

One two three (We're all born)

Nothing's for free (In the devil's scorn)

Everything they say is a lie, it's a lie now

(We're all born in the devil's scorn)

Everything they say is a lie, it's a lie now

Pick up the sticks (Pick up the sticks)

Pick up the sticks (Pick up the sticks)

Pick up the sticks (Pick up the sticks)

Pick up the sticks

And go home