Oh I bet you never knew you were bested by the worst Dreaming of your flags in a row locked inside the town church With a grudge in your hand you're armed to the teeth Yea you're biting the scythe that mows all the trees Oh deliver me From the land I call my home that I'm no longer free Be as it may the watchtower of your voice never left the bay I opened another chapter in a book Thrown under the couch Something dark and forgotten You might have thought it Had been 86'ed from the house Oh deliver me From the land I call my home that I'm no longer free Be as it may the watchtower of your voice never left the bay