welcome to the place where face your fears
grueling as they are, minutes seems like years
welcome to the place of your own home
its throwing out your back and your bones
turn off the light as you grow old
its worrying, its going over board
turn off the light as you grow old
it's uncensored, turn it over ward
fiver in my hand, bring me somewhere else
driver in the cab help me propel
sticks and stones my break my bones
but words, they do oh so more
turn off the light as you grow old
its worrying, its going over board
turn off the light as you grow old
it's uncensored, turn it over Ward
