Stepson
JASON BEEBOUT, SERGIE LOOBKOFF
I'm free
He can't touch me
Six feet down
And there's no address
Hands and heads full
Old and hostile
Fists are pounding
Nothing's simple
No respect or meaning
Why the screaming
When he's gone
Burn the house down
Too proud to come to me
When you were dying
Well look at the dash
Now you're frying
Hands and heads full
Old and hostile
Fists are pounding
Nothing's simple
No respect or meaning
Why the screaming
When he's gone
Burn the house down
Nothing's simple
No respect or meaning
Why the screaming
Never whimper
Hide your feelings
And when he's gone
Burn the house down
Burn the house down
When he's gone
