All the kids have run inside grabbed a spot under the stairs
they've barricaded all the windows and rigged the doorknobs
shut with chairs what are they waiting for they don't know
they just keep their fingers crossed and maybe pray to mary or
jesus christ I can hear them knocking down the door the wait it
is over this bottle is done so we clench our fists and fight our
demons there's a girl with a flower pot full of dirt and
bullet shells she puts it by her window gives it sunlight
restores its health after a month or two the shells start to
grow into branches of barbed wire they spread across the walls
the windows and the floors and their grip never tires lay low
lay low keep your head down lay low lay low listen for the sound
of the dusty train that's comin' to sweep us all away I
can hear the rails a rattlin' against the hectic fray so set
the bone with a cardboard split and strike the nail against the
flint and set the fields on fire let the devil come let him come
I'll be waitin' for him this time I am stronger now and
I can fight it I'll be waitin' at the end of the line
at the end of the line.
Send "End Of The Line" Ringtone to your Cell 
