there lives a  house in every man
it is crowded when its needed
and it's empty when its not
there lives a house in every man
a ghost in every room
and a spider inthe bathtub
any coward gets there soon
to make his way through
endless glass and endless mud
to find his way through the mud
there lives a shack in every man
a butchers knove and a wooden spoon
to carve your way to freedom
a butchers knove and a wooden spoon
to carve your way to freedom
to cut your way to salvation
further on, further down
there lives a house 
it's quiet, still
gonna get there soon
by the power of will
gonna light the fire
spit in the flames 
gonna burn out my eyes
gonna cut my skin