Penance Fire Blues

And I see papers and papers
 Stacked up in formation
 Which mean much before
 They're lining the fire
 As a bottomless heat goes
 To harness your anger
 Your blood and
 Your deepest desire
 Because there's no truth stolen
 That's been ever brought forward
 From the minds of the writers
 Looking face down on the gutter
 'Cause this world's full of thinkers
 And suffragette speakers
 Who deny that they ever wear a dress
 Oh, this god forsaken town's in a mess
 And all the truths been let out loose
 Is desperate to amuse
 As it grabs you by the throat
 And strings out all the times you've used
 But now you don't belong
 You whisper when you speak
 You turn yourself to night time
 Trying to find your feet
 So let me run, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord now
 Lord, Lord, just let me run
 So let me run, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
 Lord, just let me run
 But as the morning awakens
 That light sends a shudder
 The twist of hope that helps you down
 Is left to rest and stir
 You back down a hallway
 To flourish the darkness
 And you fool yourself
 You did it all for her, and him, and her
 And all the truths been let out loose
 Is desperate to amuse
 As it grabs you by the throat
 And strings out all the times you've used
 But now you don't belong
 You whisper when you speak
 You turn yourself to night time
 Trying to find your feet
 So let me run, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord now
 Lord, Lord, just let me run
 So let me run, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
 Lord, just let me run
 But I've seen your face before
 Rich boy playing poor
 Ravaging the whores
 Ignoring constant calls
 Now you don't belong
 You whisper when you speak
 You turn yourself to night time
 Trying to find your feet
 So let me run, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord now
 Lord, Lord, just let me run
 So let me run, Lord, Lord, Lord
 Lord, just let me run