Emergency Exit - Beck

14 miles away from a landfill grave

Never pawned my watch and chain

To the landlord living inside my head

Never paid my rent till the lights went dead

Then I saw my sign comin up the road

A dead ditch waiting for to bury my load

On the avenues in the plain of day

I threw a roosevelt dime in a bucket of rain

Now hold your hand onto the plow

Work your body till the sun goes down

What’s left of death is more than fear

Let dust be dust and the good lord near

It’s a little too much to ask of faith

It’s a little late to wait for fate

So tell the angels what you seen

Scarecrow shadow on a Nazarene

Kindness will find you

When darkness has fallen

Round your bed

Kindness will follow

Children will wander

Till

The end