Help me draw the line
Help me draw the line
Pack your bags, we're going home
All this talk can hypnotize you
Need to take some pride, baby
Here we are buck naked, yeah
Pack your bags, we're going home
Pack your bags, we're going
I ain't saying he's bad, baby
Have to draw the line
Need to take some heart
Pack your bags, we're going home
Songwriter: David Gray
But the howlin' ghost within
Merely that he ain't so different
Need to take evasive action
When it's not the flesh we're after
Have to draw the line
Had to draw the line
To the same old beat
Charity, even love itself, draw the line
Have to draw the line
Waiting to dance upon our bones
In the name of liberty
I ain't saying he's good
Have to draw the line
And we can ill afford
Pack your bags, we're going
Need to draw the line
On these cemetery stones
I've been doubting mine
Help me draw the line
Names beneath the lichen
Need to draw the line
I've been doubting fame and wealth
Had to draw the line
Hungry eyes out in the street
Glasses smeared with lipstick
Help me draw the line
When the rumpus start
Well, we had to pull on something
Have to draw the line
Help me draw the line
Inside our very heads
To give ourselves to sentiment
And now the world's unraveling
But where should we begin?
Help me draw the line
I've been out of circulation
I've been doubting yours, baby
Have to draw the line
In the name of brotherhood
Same old bodies moving
'Neath his executioners hood
Where the sun don't shine
When our time is, oh, so short
There are carnivals of silverfish
Help me draw the line
So we're grabbing at the threads