I keep my piano in the bedroom So I can sleep that close to freedom, still Sometimes I chew my fingers more than I should 'Til they bleed Father always said to keep my color off the keys I show my trophies in the gift shop And pose my father in the billiard room I want this house to be a tribute to him—a museum And though some may try My father's love will never die Of all the vampires, kings and thieves Dropping by to harvest me None will pay a higher price Than he who shares my bed at night I choose you I choose you I choose you to carry his pride I choose you I choose you I choose you to be my sacrifice I keep my Hope locked in the basement Can't let the dark get out or the light get in I find that hope is not good for my skin Or my throat I don't know what it is I guess it's just the way that I cope I'll get the shotgun from the attic And leave our body on the lobby floor Then when she finds us, Sam will clean up the mess Drive out east Somewhere meaningless To bury father's masterpiece