You're the new sweet child I slaughtered all them swans I left it burning, gone to New York There will be no more violence In the house of your heart In the house of your heart There was a rabble And I was weak for a while I'll never be as good as you, so I got to ride in I hitchhiked from New York There will be no more violence In the house of your heart In the name of the Lord Oh, baby, where will I dig my roots? It's aching, it's time that I think of you I wish for a better day to come around I wanna shake my hands down, show you what you're for Oh, I wish for a better day to come around To put a gun to the thunder in front of my head Oh, oh You're the new sweet child The world is mad, we're running wild I wanna ride in, get off in New York There will be no more violence In the house of your heart In the house of your heart In the name of the Lord I wish there'd been another way Wish there'd been another way Oh, baby, where will I dig my roots? It's aching, it's time that I think of you I wish for a better day to come around I wanna shake my hands down, show you what you're for Oh, I wish for a better day to come around To put a gun to the thunder in front of my head Where will I dig my roots? Oh, where will I dig my roots? Where will I dig my roots?