Sorrow to My Door

Rumours where I lit the fire, I lit the fire then ran away
My oh my, hold me tight, make it right
The house burned down to the ground, to the ground — ashes and dust
My oh my, hold me tight, make it right
I have tried to search my soul for traces of remorse
I find nothing of the kind
I will dance upon your grave
I won’t shed a tear that day
I will not bring sorrow to my door
I still hear you scream from the house, scream from the house — trapped inside
My oh my, hold me tight, make it right