The gospel dogs are wailing
Now that the sun has gone
And black clouds chase chattering birds
Over the horizon

The streets are clean and dry
But for the garbage and the rain
And it will never be this way again

Well, time doesn't move
Yet everybody feels they're chased
By the ghosts who come unglued
In the portraits we misplace

Everyone gets wasted
By the pretty poisons in their brain
And we will never be this happy again

We will never be this happy again
The clock puts his face down in his hands and then
Cries as the sun gets swallowed by the ocean
And it will never be this way again

The lonely boarder complains
Of being buried in his bed
The fortune teller nods and smiles
As she unravels him some thread

She says, “Why don't you go find yourself
Somewhere else you can hang
'Cause you will never be this lucky again”

If you're blessed with concrete courage
Then glory is a birthright
So choose something to defeat
That will not go and throw the fight

The only way to rise again
Is to go and get yourself slain
But it will never be that easy again

It’ll never be that easy again
The clock puts his face down in his hands and then
Cries as the sun gets swallowed by the ocean
And it will never be that easy again
No, it will never be this way aga