It's the end of an era
I guess we weren't as strong as we thought
all the shops are closing
at the end of our block

streets paved in litter
are all that we have
no more shiny things that mother brings

so hang it on the wall
let's weep and weep

there's an anger inside me
begging to be released
and it's stealing the life from me

time spent and time undone
I'm glad that you came here everyone
but the curtain call was more than an hour ago
so goodbye ladies and gentlemen
it's under your pillow you know
over the mountains and down through the snow
you'll pray for change and rearrange
but beneath your head lies your sacrament

 [bad word] 

 [bad word] to hide my face in every large crowd
cause the thought of them seeing me in such doubt
could put me under and out
so walk on walk on
I will do until out of sight
until the casket door creaks and turns
and folds me in and it closes on me tight

there's an anger inside me
begging to be released
and it's stealing the life from me

time spent and time undone
I'm glad that you came here everyone
but the curtain call was more than an hour ago
so goodbye ladies and gentlemen
it's under your pillow you know
over the mountains and down through the snow
you'll pray for change and rearrange
but beneath your head lies your sacrament

It's the end of an era
I guess we weren't as strong as we thought
all the shops are closing
at the end of our block