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