There is a sign that hangs up high   It reads welcome to this new world   You newborn foreign sons and daughters   It’s tough to row alone in a boat   Neon lights mean something else   Beware is a brand name   Your Ouija board is not a game   It’s a transport in heaven’s name to hell’s gate   All the campfires in the world were left by themselves   So the world is still turning and it burns like hell   But the water is coming up to your knees   I’ll stir up the ashes if it does   I’ll break off a stick if I must