When the day is done, we'll get out of here When the race is run, and the coast is clear Jump a sinking ship Grab a falling leaf I'll place a smoke ring 'round your Yellow fingers and a rose in your teeth We'll go climbing broken ladders to glory When the faithful doubt, feel the rafters shake Feel our souls wear out and our laces break You're my ravaged nun I'm your greasy priest Playing "Taps" upon a battered toy trumpet 'til the lock's released When the Beast is crowned, we'll be at the dance You in your tattered gown Me in my underpants I will turn to salt You will turn to sand And we'll be blown across the Cracked linoleum out to the Promised Land