I decline to walk the line; they tell me that I'm lazy
Worldly wise I realise that everybody's crazy
A womans voice reminds me to serve and not to speak
Am I myself or just another freak
You know there's fire in the hole and nothing left to burn
I'd love to run out now; there's nowhere left to turn
With a cough I shake it off and work around my yellow stripe
Should I hide or eat my pride or wait until it's good and ripe?
My life is boiling over; It's happened once before
I wish someone would open up the door
Don't you know there's fire in the hole and nothing left to burn
I'd love to run out now; there's nowhere left to turn