Turn Away

It was such a twisted road
 that led me to your door
 I still got all of those turns
 inside of me here
 The patience of an axe
 the sickness of the singer
 Yellow finger circle the glass
 I'm still not in it
 But I still want for so much more
 than I got
 And I still got so much more
 than I know how to use
 Turn away my son
 Turn away from
 this house and all its limits.
 Turn away just once
 Turn away from
 the whites of all their lies.
 This is just a start
 This is just the let
 This is just the best
 that we could get.
 This house is just a future place called home
 I hope you keep it broken
 The state of the walls
 The rich and the poor
 The light in the hall
 it's still broken.
 And I am not at home
 with the liberal class.
 I don't put my teeth in a jar
 just a...
 Just a cup!
 The way the liars rise
 upon the wings of their lies.
 The way it makes you feel small.
 The way your parents lie
 just as nice as they could.
 Turn away my son
 Turn away from
 this house and its white pickets.
 Turn away just once
 Turn away from
 the lies, the lies, the lies.