I'm not good in a crowd,
I got skills I can't speak of
Things I've seen will chase me
To the grave
I'm not good in a crowd,
I got skills I can't speak of
Over there
Things that I've seen
Will chase me to the grave
Led with your hands tied
Fetters and flies
You stumble the dunes
Complain to the moon
Backs to the wheel
There's granite to shove
Take it
They give it
So rivet for rivet
I will build for my family a bulletproof room
How does it feel
The weight of the steel?
The weight of the steel
The flat of the blade
How does it feel
To kneel at defeat?
To kneel at defeat
At the choices you make
I'm not good in a crowd,
I got skills I can't speak of
Things I've seen will chase me
To the grave
Backs to the wheel
There's granite to shove
Take it
They give it
And rivet for rivet
I will build for my family a bulletproof love