Hallowed Ground - KT Tunstall

Standing on hallowed ground, standing on hallowed ground

All folks like to stand here

And they’re not even from this town

When I make myself some money

And my path in life is found

I’m taking off to find my hallowed ground

Well, I’m drinking in the graveyard

And I’m roving through the park

Dreaming through the daytime

And just waiting for the dark

Cause that’s when I can see them

Pouring out the Cutty Sark

Stamping their bony feet to leave their mark

Stamping on hallowed ground, stamping on hallowed ground

All folks like to stamp here

And they’re not even from this town

When I make myself some money

And my path in life is found

I’m taking off to find my hallowed ground

Well, they hung them from the windows

And they burnt them at the stake

All their misdemeanors

But they may have made mistakes

So keep your cauldrons quiet

And keep your neck in brace

You’re lucky to be living in this place

Living on hallowed ground, living on hallowed ground

All types like to live here

And they’re not even from this town

When I make myself some money

And my path in life is found

I’m taking off to find my hallowed ground

Well, the pyres are all ashes

And the water’s running clear

The screaming of repentance

Is too distant now to hear

So I’ll row my boat like Flora

And I’ll ride like Paul Revere

I’m going to get the fuck away from here

Get the fuck away from hallowed ground, get away from hallowed ground

People, get away here

Well, I’m trying to get out of this town

When I make myself some money

And my path in life is found

Well, I’m taking off to find my hallowed ground