Stay in tune We're immune To all your thrown stones Grab me by the neck I'm limp and ready for home HOME On the way Warnings say "Tresspassers are shot." Turn your horse Change your course You're fucked without a plot Lord, we trembled so Through a land unknown With only faith in our home With each step Light it crept From windows of our home But we feared That God might take our home For sins yet unatoned Before we reached our door