Let me pick through the empty dirt And the rotten wood, the shoddy work 'Cause I'm interested And our carpenter is so elegant At placing splinters right beneath my nails Where I cannot dig them out But the same briars from your ribs Are the tinder in my father's house And I know, I know I know, I, I know, oh I know myself better than anybody else And you're gonna run You're gonna run when you find out who I am I know I'm a pile of filthy wreckage You will wish you'd never touched But you're gonna run when you find out who I am Yeah, you're gonna run You're gonna run It's alright, everybody does You're gonna run It's alright, everybody does You're gonna run It's alright, everybody does