Firehouse - God Alone

In the corners of the drywall

Flames blacken a growing stain

While the floor is aging with and increasing groan

I can’t believe it hasn’t burnt down

After all the fires in the hall

Seek shelter underground

Head down to the basement

Have at it, drunk man — rage at your wife

My older sister holds all of us tight

Have at it, drunk man — rage at your wife

Not every father can get it right

Not every father can get it right

Not every father can get it right