Son, you've got a way to fall. They'll tell you where to go, but they won't know.

Son, you'd better take it all. They'll tell you what they know, but they won't show.

I've got something in my throat, I need to be alone, while I suffer.

Son, you've got a way to kill. They're picking on you still, But they don't know.

Son, you'd better wait to shine. They'll tell you what is yours, but they'll take mine.

I've got something in my throat, I need to be alone, while I suffer. There's a hole inside my boat, I need to stay afloat, for the summer long.

Left my sweet soul beneath the bedclothes; I'm not coming down.

Walls have ears, but no-one hears when nobody's around.

Son, you'd better wait to fall. They'll tell you where to go, but they won't know.