Single baook of matches
Gonna burn what’s standing in the way
Roaring down the mountain
Now they are calling on the fire brigade
Bury all the pictures
And tell the kids that I’m ok
If I’m forgotten
They’ll remember me for today
I won’t ever be your corner stone
All the black inside me
Is slowly seeping from the bone
Everything I cherish
Is slowly dying or it’s gone
Little shaken babies
And drunkards seem to all agree
Once the show gets started
It’s bound to be sight to see
I won’t ever be your corner stone
I don’t want to be here holding on
Watch her roll
Can you feel it?
I won’t ever be your corner stone
I don’t want to be here holding on
I won’t ever be your corner stone