Murder by Death - End of the Line lyrics

All the kids have run inside
Grabbed a spot under the stairs
They've barricaded all the windows
And rigged the doorknobs shut with chairs

What are they waiting for? They don't know
They just keep their fingers crossed
And pray to Mary or Jesus Christ
I can hear them knocking down the door

The wait, it is over this bottle is done
So we clench our fists and fight our demons

There's a girl with a flower pot
Full of dirt and bullet shells
She puts it by her window
Gives it sunlight, restores it's health

After a month or two the shells start to grow
Into branches of barbed wire
They spread across the walls
The windows and the floors
And their grip never tires

The wait, it is over this bottle is done
So we clench our fists and fight our demons

Lay low, lay low keep your head down
Lay low, lay low listen for the sound

Of the dusty train that's coming
To sweep us all away i can hear the rails a
Rattling against the hectic fray
So set the bone with a cardboard split
And strike the nail against the flint
And set the fields on fire
Let the devil come, let him come

I'll be waitin' for him this time
I am stronger now and I can fight it
I'll be waitin' at the end of the line
At the end of the line

I'll be waitin' for him this time
I am stronger now and I can fight it
I'll be waitin' at the end of the line
At the end of the line