Beck - Emergency Exit

Fourteen miles away from a landfill grave Never pawned my watch and chain To the landlord living inside my head Never paid my rent 'til the lights went dead And I saw my sign coming up the road Dead ditch waitin' for to bury my load On the avenues in the plain of day Threw a Roosevelt dime in a bucket of rain Ohh ohh oh oh Ohh ohh oh oh Now hold your hand up to the plow Work the dirt til the sun goes down What's left of death is more than fear Let dust be dust and the good Lord near It's a little too much to ask of faith A little too late to wait for fate So tell the angels what you've seen Scarecrow's shadow on the Nazarene Ohh ohh oh oh Ohh ohh oh oh Kindness will find you When darkness is falling round your bend Kindness will follow Children will wander 'til the end