Text: Tool. No Quarter.

Lock up the doors and kill the light
No one's coming home tonight
The sun beats down, don't you know?

All our lives are growing cold, oh
They bring the news that must get through
To build a dream for me and you, oh
Locked in a place where no one goes

They ask no quarter
They have no quarter

Lock the door, kill the light
No one's coming home tonight

It's getting colder
And it's getting colder
It's getting colder
It's getting colder

It's getting colder
It's getting colder
It's getting colder
Locked in a place where no one goes

Lock the door, kill the light
No one's coming home tonight

They bring the news that must get through
Dying peace in me and you
Locked, locked in a place where no one goes

We have no quarter
We have no quarter
We ask no quarter