I manage all the things I have to hide
These tricks I never, never, never describe
There remains nothing in your, nothing in your head
My joy can't be seen from the point where you stand
Last night you wore your fat smile in the bar
But I keep my fucking business in the dark
I got yer people all over town
'Cause you don't want the truth no more
but till the time I burn your house down
I'm burnin' ,burnin', burnin', burnin' inside
I told stories to your boy named Jangelin' Jack
These tale tells will stab you in the back
My brother is a grave digger guy
You don't want the truth no more
Hold fast, we'll find a place to rest
While you're burnin' inside
Your pretty woman, when she looks me in the eye
I know her smile will make you cry before you die
The parish priest will bless my name
You don't want the truth no more
He will take care of my fame
I'm burnin' inside
Walked into my room I found your woman there
I begun to talk she didn't seem to care
Now I see the pistol in her hand
I don't want the truth no more
Finally I begin to understand
Her smilin' inside
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