There is a sign that hangs up high
It reads welcome to this new world
You newborn foreign sons and daughters
It's tough to row alone in a boat
Neon lights mean something else
Beware is a brand name
Your ouija board is not a game
It's a transport in heaven's name to hell's gate
All the campfires in the world were left by themselves
So the world is still turning and it burns like hell
But the water is coming up to your knees
I'll stir up the ashes if it does
I'll break off a stick if i must