A town of disrespect
The trains are wrecked
The night is younger then us

Nowhere is anywhere else
You keep to yourself
Stirring the dregs where I have laid

The exit signs are flashing
Dead ends they won't come to life anymore
I pledge the rest

I should have guessed
Your love was hanging by threads
Tongues tied under the moon,

My love is a room of broken bottles
And tangled webs
The misers wind their minds

Like clocks that grind their gears
On and on
And if it’s meant

Some accident
Some coincidence
Crumbs fall out of the sky

When you wander by
The dust clouds blow
Nobody’s home

Oh won't you lay my bags
Upon on the funeral fire and sing it again
Oh won't you lay my bags

Upon on the funeral fire and sing it again
Static
It's so easy to laugh at yourself

And all those jokes
Have already been written
Seems like another vain attempt

To let yourself fall out of the oven
Holy mountains
They look so tired

And it's a perfect day
To lock yourself inside
Who you fooling' with the fools are right

It's the same thing
But it's almost as different
Hard to tell when it pacifies your mind

Leaves you stranded with a broken engine
Lazy desert looks so mangled
Let me drown in a convalescent bliss

Get up from your bed of rest
Been a long time since you've lived
But the static in your mind

Leaves you hollow and unkind
With a shock electric wave
Turns you on

You've been flunked out
Of the devils house
Delinquent hygienes are so abrasive

Some distortion that's never been known
On the treadmill
You've been running' forever

Holy mountains, they look so tired
And it's a perfect day
To lock yourself inside

Be gone