This is the putrid smell of your own living hellnWhere heavy rain drowns out the sirensnAnd every searchlight in the citynCouldn't find me a place that I could call my ownnIn this wretched placenWe stew in our mistakesnWith boiling blood we say everything is greatnnWhat do you say when every word's a lienWhat will you do since you're just growing up to dienWhat do you saynWhen everything that you've been told's a lienWhat will you do since you're just growing up to diennOld timer, coal minernBreathe in my dustnI live in lust with the dark daysnWhere the skies are cold and graynAnd life seems so constant and plainnIn this wretched placenWe stew in our mistakesnWith boiling blood we say everything is greatnnWhat do you say when every word's a lienWhat will you do since you're just growing up to dienWhat do you saynWhen everything that you've been told's a lienWhat will you do since you're just growing up to diennYou can take my head at the gallowsnYou can take my head at the gallowsnOr you could bring this war to my front doornOr you could bring this war to my front door nBut you never were a friend in the first placenBut you never were a friend in the first placennWhat do you say when every word's a lienWhat will you do since you're just growing up to dienWhat do you saynWhen everything that you've been told's a lienWhat will you do since you're just growing up to die