"Molly is dead and the birds have gone south," 
Said the joker to the thief 
"My nerves are live wire, and I'm burning on fire 
Got a paper in my pocket and a coupon for a cup of peace 
Truly there was nothing that we really lacked 
Except the feeling of alive 
That's why I turned to art, that's how you got to jail 
And now you're out on bail, fairytale, searching for the Holy Grail 

And closer to the truth, than the kettle to the stove 
And the moment that I noticed that I didn't wanna know 
I got a pain in my heart, a burn in my throat 
They go down to my belly, got a bullet of a load 
I got an ache in my head, my confidence broke 
Got a lot of lost time on the shoes of my soul, yeah" 

"Jesus, joker," said the thief, 
"This can't be my life 
Oh, something's been thrown, like an arrow or a stone 
Now the solitude is warmer and I'd rather be alone 
We lost our friends to the everyday 
To the drugs and the dreams 
To the girls in the bars, the boys in the cars 
When your shitty little love life reaches just to the horizon 

And you're closer to the truth, than the kettle to the stove 
And the moment that I noticed that I didn't wanna know 
I got a pain in my heart, a burn in my throat 
They go down to my belly, got a bullet of a load 
I got an ache in my head, my confidence broke 
Got a lot of lost time on the shoes of my soul 
Yeah, the light at the end of the tunnel isn't really a light 
If we got any closer we would find that it's only a mirror 
Reflecting our search lamps, here in the darkness, here in the homeland 

We'll always be searching for permanence in quicksand 
And frenzied collecting things that we just can't hold 
But we will hang on with our teeth" 
"Molly is dead and the birds have gone south," 
Said the joker to the thief, 
"My nerves are live wire and I'm burning on fire 
Got a paper in my pocket and a coupon for a cup of peace 
Truly there was nothing that we really lacked 
Except the feeling of alive 
That's why I turned to art, that's how you got to jail 
And now you're out on bail, fairytale, searching for the Holy Grail 

And closer to the truth, than the kettle to the stove 
And the moment that I noticed that I didn't wanna know 
I got a pain in my heart, a burn in my throat 
They go down to my belly, got a bullet of a load 
I got an ache in my head, my confidence broke 
Got a lot of lost time on the shoes of my soul, 
Yeah, the light at the end of the tunnel isn't really a light 
If we got any closer we would find that it's only a mirror 
Reflecting our search lamps, here in the darkness, here in the homeland 

We'll always be searching for permanence in quicksand 
And frenzied collecting things that we just can't hold"