Them Walls

House that he build is crumbling down like him, silently
Brick by brick he's patching the walls but failing repeatedly
Room after room
Silent as a tomb

Gather one, gather all
Come see a struggling man fall
Feel free to throw stones at him
Don't waste your sympathy
Feel free to gob scorn at him
Denounce him the enemy

Rusty nail by nail coming down are the tired floors
Echoes the beat of the hoof at the bolted door
A homesick home
Sick to the bone