When I die put my bones in an empty street to remind me of how it used to be
Don't write my name on a stone bring a Coleman lantern and a radio
Cleveland game and two fishing poles and watch with me from the shore
Ghostly steel and iron ore [bad word] home

[Repeat: x4]
Where I am paralyzed by the emptiness
Clearly iron age beasts you can tell by [bad word] and the chains
And by the oil that they bleed the crew and crows fly the skulls and bones
They fly the colors of their homes I fly the cross of the blue factory flame
Stitched with heavy sulpher thread/threat
They ain't proud colors but they're [bad word] colors of my home

[Repeat: x4]
Where I am paralyzed by the emptiness
Every mile for ten thousand miles and every year for a thousand years
Every night for a thousand more I hear them calling

[Repeat: x2]
They never say [bad word] home

[Repeat: x4]
Where I am paralyzed by the emptiness