[00:24.022]Stray dogs running from their houses of pain
[00:29.293]White smoke rises from where no one's to blame
[00:34.160]Fallen use of their love and the fruits of the fame
[00:44.381]Our cries on the street and parades of pride
[00:49.418]All eyes on the crackled walls inside
[00:54.547]While eyes, it goes fall down from the sky
[01:04.084]I'll be on the run all noon and soon dry in the sun
[01:08.053]I will come out (I will come out)
[01:13.888]Sticks and stones will break our bones and all that's made of gold
[01:18.088]I will come out (I will come out)
[01:35.375]A few tears from the mount, resembling oak
[01:40.238]Ten cuffs from the branded nobody's moulds
[01:45.351]I thought you were crude, now I know you were glucked
[01:55.895]When we fed your dog, we knew it would choke
[02:04.986]I'll be on the run all noon and soon dry in the sun
[02:09.043]I will come out (I will come out)
[02:14.774]Sticks and stones will break our bones and all that's made of gold
[02:19.053]I will come out (I will come out)
[02:25.006]I'll be on the run all noon and soon dry in the sun
[02:29.094]I will come out (I will come out)
[02:35.008]Sticks and stones will break our bones and all that's made of gold
[02:39.551]I will come out (I will come out)