We stole all Mama's baggage nAnd stuffed it with Daddy's cologne and Sunday bestnAnd then I sat up in bed in a nervous sweatnWaiting for those creaking warning stairsnAs the lights went out, I snuck out my window nAnd ran down those railroad tracksnThere's no turning backnNo, I ain't turning backnThis city's a crucifix and I have suffered for itnJust feel the scar along my sidenAnd I'm no saviornBut I could have saved you from this Bible-beating lifenThe train leaves half past twelvennYou're too afraid to live withoutnWithout a fathernWith no providernWe're bastards all alongnWhen they dumped you in the lakenWere you held under too long?nMy only brothernWe swore we'd both escape from the clothnnIn Mama's baggage, I found a photo nOf our trip to Colorado SpringsnI was young and defiant, but you were compliantnA happy toddler in Daddy's armsnI hung the picture upon the mirror in my dingy motel roomnThe sirens howl at night, strangers prowl outsidenI tremble in bed thinking of younI tried to call the housenI keep hanging up the phonenWhen I hear his voice, I remember those Sundays nAnd I'm glad I finally left homenI'd rather be alone than wrongnnYou keep nesting away your doubtnBut I'm no sinnernSure, I've made some mistakesnSome I can't forgivenAnd this might be my hellnBut at least I damned myselfnNo more preachers nailing me to the crossnnYou're too afraid to live withoutnHe who believes will be savednHe who believes will behavennSo I'm condemned, huh?nSome baptism, anointed with piss and spitnHow could you leave me behind and join their side?nHow long until we all surrender?