Home is where they say the heart is

Mine′s buried in the yard

Hell's a place they say is for sinners

I′ll be the man in charge

But how can I exist within the midst of this?

But how can I admit that I would quit on you?

I wrote God a simple letter

Still haven't heard from him

I must have really messed up this time

Shit must have hit the fan

But how can I exist within the midst of this?

But how can I admit that I would quit on you?

(But how) can I exist within the midst of this?

(But how) can I admit that I would quit on you?

(But)

(But how) can I admit that I would quit on you?