The Line Lyrics

Throw your best friend into the fire

then spit them into the grave
round and round

they're twisting that screw

feel it turning inside

you break our backs in the fight

press your fingers into our eyes

round and round your twisting that screw

feel it turning inside

come inside

were alright

we just built a lovely fire

close your eyes

now put your hand in

mine

trow your best friend into the fire

then spit them into the grave

round and round their twiating that screw
feel it turning inside

theyll throw you into that fire

theyll spit you into that grave

dont shake that hand its a lie

its a lie

come inside

were alright

we just built a lovely fire

close your eyes

now put your hand in mine

stay inside
your alright

let us keep you one more night

shut your mouth

just put your hand in mine

mine mine

your worth pennies now mark

on the line

mine mine all mine

pull your best friend out of the fire

and lift them out of the grave

no more round and round

no more twisting your screwed

now its turning in you

now its turning in