I'm free
  he can't touch me
  six feet down
  and there's no sadness
  hands and heads full
  old and hostile fists are pounding
  nothing's simple
  no respect or meaning
  why the screaming
  when he's gone
  burn the house down
  too proud to come to me
  when you were dying
  well look at the dash
  now you're frying
  hands and heads full
  old and hostile fist are pounding
  nothing's simple
  no respect or meaning
  why the screaming
  when he's gone
  burn the house down
  nothing's simple
  no respect or meaning
  why the screaming
  never wimper
  hide your feelings
  and when he's gone