1 2 3 (Album Version)

1 2 3 - Indigo Girls

From the bowery to the brimstone

I tried to find your heart

With *** of initiation

The bottom of a barrel that drops

I understand your causes

Sympathize the motivation

But all the details of this war

Are just self-infatuation

And it's one two three nothing's for free

Four five six pick up the sticks and go home

You better own up to me yeah

The manic blood runs thick

My friend are you looking for a clean escape

What's left when the locks have all been broken

Young children of authority

Now how long can you be agile dancing between the alter

And the mercy seat

Yeah now here's a chance to make a choice

Are you aware of the fire beneath your feet

One two three nothing's for free

Four five six pick up the sticks and go home

You better own up to me yeah

Yeah yeah go home

The basement lies within us

Our fear comes through the door

Now there's nothing left between us

As the fear becomes a roar

Once that wheel is in motion

Don't lose what you have found

I'm talking about that burning wheel of tongues

Everything that makes it go round and round

We're all born in the devil's scorn

They want to see you die

I'm asking you "Are you true "

And everything they say is a lie it's a lie

One two three nothings for free

Four five six pick up the sticks and go

One two three nothings for free

Four five six pick up the sticks and go

One two three nothings for free

(We're all born in the devil's scorn)

One two three nothings for free

(We're all born in the devil's scorn)

Everything they say it's a lie it's a lie now

(We're all born in the devil's scorn)

Everything they say it's a lie it's a lie now

(We're all born in the devil's scorn)

Pick up the sticks

(Pick up the sticks)

Pick up the sticks

(Pick up the sticks)

Pick up the sticks

(Pick up the sticks)

Pick up the sticks

Go home