Not talking but I have my ways



Not joking I'm too old to learn that trade



Not listening but I hear you all the way babe



Babies they got fire in their eyes



Babies got that fire in their eyes



No babies they don't need to be baptized



Already got that fire in their eyes



I'm never gonna be that bad again



I'm never gonna be that bad



I'm never gonna be that bad again



It's all over for the ballad of my friends



I'm never gonna be that sad again



But I'll wish I could remember how it felt



The ringing of them bells



The ringing of them bells



I look frozen but I'm melting away from here



I look lazy but I have my ways



I look empty but I'm taking up my space



Born early but it's all a little late



So name numbers, and we'll see what we can do



Name, number, it's a lottery of dues



Brass armies playing low and dark and loud



Fight freedom cause your safety's shattered now



And we're never gonna be that bad again



We're never gonna be that bad



We're never gonna be that bad again



It's all over for about half of your friends



We're never gonna be that sad again



But we'll wish we could remember how it felt



The ringing of them bells



The ringing of them bells      



It's all over for the ballad of my friends



The ringing of them bells



The ringing of them bells