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Author: Indigo Girls
Album title: Nomads.Indians.Saints

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(Amy Ray)

From the bowery to the brimstone, I tried to find your heart.
With drugs of initiation, bottom of the barrel that drops.
I understand your causes, sympathize the motivation.
But all the details of this war are just self-infatuation.

1 2 3, Nothing`s for free
4 5 6, Pick up the sticks and go home.

Manic blood runs thicky my friend, are you looking for a clean escape?
What`s left when the locks have all been broken, young children of authority?
How long can you be agile, dancing between the altar and the mercy seat?
Here`s a chance to make a choice, are you aware of the fire beneath your feet?

1 2 3, Nothing`s for free
4 5 6, Pick up the sticks and go home.

the basement lies within us, the fear comes through the door
there`s nothing left between us, the fear becomes a roar

Once that wheel is in motion, don`t lose what you have found.
I`m talking about the burning wheel of tongues, everything that makes it go around.
We`re all born in the devil`s scorn, they want to see you die.
Are you true? Everything they say is a lie.

1 2 3, Nothing`s for free
4 5 6, Pick up the sticks and go home.

Lyrics reprinted WP/FYC by Trip N. Gregory
Reformatted and extracted to a single lyric file by Doug Henkle