Wipe the blood off of your face And praise his name Celebrate this non-event A year today You'll never be as beautiful Or so bored As you are today And the hands on your watch Will get faster in spite of you And your heart it will stop It will grind to a halt And the banners are all out For the last years bad luck And your tears they are water And the water will turn to salt And is there still some hope in you That a cure has been found It will make its way towards the sea And it will crawl into your sleeping mouth And the hands on your watch Will get faster in spite of you And your heart it will stop It will grind to a halt And the banners are all out For the last years bad luck And your tears they are water And the water will turn to salt Oh it will turn to Oh it will turn to salt