Live Through Your Strings - This Way to the EGRESS

Every night he climbs the tower

Sees your face

On every dollar

He takes the dirt right back and under your feet, oh my

Every night he climbs your dollar

Sees your face

Upon the tower

He takes the dirt right out from under your feet, oh my

As your fingers glide across my veins

They string your violin

Thread it through the bow

Every time you play I feel you scratching—uh oh, uh oh

Pack my body into

Your rosin

And I’ll

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-live through your strings!

And I’ll da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-die again

Scratch your face

For every dollar

To your death

Right off the tower

Play the skins like you have never been wrong before