Lyrics

In this tinderbox world with a match in his hand He's off to settle a backstreet store Sign on the window: "Business as Usual" Despite the law Show me a man without a mask I'll show you his disguise A fitting end for a fire raiser To burn in another man's fire Oh, father's in the basement Mixing a concrete tomb For mother waiting upstairs in her room The children have the answers But there are none I can use To take away the pallbearer blues Ooh-ooh... Hey, well Sitting on a time bomb thinking it's Eden It can give a man an evil thirst He's made some pretty good movies With some pretty nasty scenes We've still to witness the worst Oh, I've never wished death on anyone I've never felt this way before A fitting end for a promoter of death To die in another man's war Oh, father's in the basement Mixing a concrete tomb For mother waiting upstairs in her room The children have the answers But there are none I can use To take away the pallbearer blues Oh, hey, whoo!