Let me pick through the empty dirt And the rotten wood and 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 know 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