The weather’s getting warmer 
We’re dying in the sun 
Before you get to Heaven 
Did you have a little fun? 
Well I don’t want to live forever 
But I’m putting up a fight 
Afraid there’s no one up there 
Keeping on the light 
Don’t you know? 
There’s no hope 
And oh how, it all goes south 
Oh how, it all turns to dust in your mouth 
The city is a graveyard 
Filled with sacred stones 
Every day is a procession 
We’re dying to get home 
And we pray on television 
Pray that we get well 
Yea Father’s always laughing 
Because it’s going all to hell 
Don’t you know? 
There’s no hope 
And oh how, it all goes south 
Oh how, it all turns to dust in your mouth 
(I can lay / behind your teeth / I am safe) 
(In your ear / I can sleep) 
(Watch the days / turn to weeks) 
And oh how, it all goes south 
Oh how, it all turns to dust in your mouth