Everybody Does

Let me pick through the empty dirt

And the rotten wood, 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, I know, oh

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