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 again