You, you never looked so good
Sipping life down like I wish I could
But these sober tears are all that's left to shed
Sank this soul, now made of lead

Face down beneath [bad word] lies a man
Tales of the future already in the past
And of himself, well he hasn't much to say
But wake the gods, it's judgement day

He said, "I left my home where the dead never rose
But the streets of gold i've yet to find
And at the end of the day all you can do is pray
Without hope well you might as well be blind, yeah be blind
 [bad word] a day too soon, [bad word] a day too soon"

Angel, sweet angel of my youth
Where have you gone? You flew away too soon
The brick I built now builds a higher wall
See it [bad word]  hear me fall
There hangs the fool, who once had it all

He said, "I left my home where the dead never rose
But the streets of gold i've yet to find
And at the end of the day all you can do is pray
Without hope well you might as well be blind, yeah be blind
 [bad word] a day too soon, [bad word] a day too soon"

And though the road has yet to rise
On these hundred years that passed me by
And the blood with the river flows
Through the crimson field never sung
And no never sung

He said, "I left my home where the dead never rose
But the streets of gold i've yet to find
And at the end of the day all you can do is pray
Without hope well you might as well be blind, yeah be blind
 [bad word] a day too soon, [bad word] a day too soon
 [bad word] a day too soon, [bad word] a day too soon"

Ahh well you, you never looked so good