It's time to get the lash Time to get the rope Sharpen the razor Grab the microscope It won't be pretty when they cut the tether Sometimes you lose your address to find your shelter Why is joy something I must steal? Starving skeletons looking for a meal Out in the graveyard, church bells peal Earth has no sorrow heaven can't heal I bought a crap detector Emptied all my savings It's got a hair-trigger feel for the slightest provocation Not there to spill blood or judge out of line It's just a modern convenience to save you some time Johnny says to Sarah as he takes her by the hand "I hear angels 'cross that river in Beulahland" The waters are cold, and they're deep, my friend I'm going down, down, down and coming up again Now I'm checking my closets 'cos I don't know when Surely life is more than learning how to live with your skeletons Wind swing low Whisper in my ear Wind swing low Dry these tears