Pack what I lack I don't ever get paid A pentagram ring and I'm pointing it To ground, to ground, to ground, to ground, to ground Keep your hands around the coils Keep your hands around the coils You can leave your kids to Rome We're leaving home, we're leaving home for good Alone, alone, alone, alone You can leave your kids to Rome You can leave your kids to Rome You can send "we're serving up another dose When they're picking all your clothes Soon, you will all be closed! Never leave your knife alone!" Alone, alone, alone, alone, knife