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