A confident liar Writes scenes for old folks A message to a choir Was left with blank notes A fire fighter To afraid to save souls Wouldn't jump in a fire This house is all I got Speak to me Face to face I admire your sense of condemnation But I'm not giving in Speak to me Face to face I admire your sense of liberation But I'm not getting out I must've been So confused To why the world Would be abused For all I've known And asked myself This horrid home Is all I have Speak to me Face to face I admire your sense of condemnation But I'm not giving in Speak to me Face to face I admire your sense of liberation But I'm not getting out