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