It's time to get the lash

Time to get the rope

Sharpen the razor

Grab the microscope

It won't be pretty when they cut the tether

Sometimes you lose your address to find your shelter



Why is joy something I must steal?

Starving skeletons looking for a meal

Out in the graveyard, church bells peal

Earth has no sorrow heaven can't heal



I bought a crap detector

Emptied all my savings

It's got a hair-trigger feel for the slightest provocation

Not there to spill blood or judge out of line

It's just a modern convenience to save you some time



Johnny says to Sarah as he takes her by the hand

"I hear angels 'cross that river in Beulahland"

The waters are cold, and they're deep, my friend

I'm going down, down, down and coming up again

Now I'm checking my closets 'cos I don't know when

Surely life is more than learning how to live with your skeletons

Wind swing low

Whisper in my ear

Wind swing low

Dry these tears