The gospel dogs are wailing now that the sun has gonenAnd black clouds chase chattering birds over the horizonnThe streets are clean and dry but for the garbage and the rainnAnd it will never be this way againnnTime doesn't move yet everybody feels they're chasednBy the ghosts who come unglued in the portraits we misplacenEveryone gets wasted by the pretty poisons in their brainnAnd we will never be this happy againnnWe will never be this happy againnThe clock puts his face down in his hands and thennCries as the sun gets swallowed by the oceannAnd it will never be this way againnnThe lonely boarder complains of being buried in his bednThe fortune teller nods and smiles as she unravels him some threadnShe says why don't you go find yourself somewhere else that you can hangnCause you will never be this lucky againnnIf you're blessed with concrete courage then glory is a birthrightnSo choose something to defeat that will not go and throw the fightnThe only way to rise again is to go and get yourself slainnBut it will never be that easy againnnIt will never be that easy againnThe clock puts his face down in his hands and thennCries as the sun gets swallowed by the oceannAnd it will never be that easy againnIt will never be this way again