| 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 |