Original By Pearl Jam
Vacate is the word... Vengeance has no place so near to her
Cannot find a comfort in this world
Artificial tears... The vessel stabbed... Next up, volunteers
Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere...
A truant finds home... And a will to hold on...
There's a trapdoor in the sun... Immortality...
As privileged as a whore... Victims in demand for public show
Swept out through the cracks beneath the door
Holier than thou, how?
Surrendered... Executed anyhow
Scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor...
A truant finds home... And a will to hold on to...
There's a trapdoor in the sun...
Immortality...
I cannot stop the thought... Of running out the door...
Coming up, a which way sign, all good truants must decide
Oh, stripped and sold, mom... And an auctioned forearm...
And whiskers in the sink...
As Truant finds home... And a will to hold on, to,
Some die just to live...
Ohh...
