Porcupine Tree - Strip The Soul Lyrics
This is my home, this is my own, we don't like no strangersRaise the kids good, beat the kids good and tie them upSpread it wide, my wife, my life, push the camera deeperI can use, I abuse, my muse, I made them allThis machineIs there to pleaseStrip the soulFill the holeA fire to feedA belt to bleedStrip the soulKill them allThey are not gone, they are not gone, they are only sleepingIn graves, in ways, in clay, underneath the floorBuilding walls, overalls, getting bored, I got faulty wiringBrick it up now, brick it up now, but keep the bones(Do you want a western home in the rubble ?)