It [bad word] now -
Two ends of time
Are neatly tied
one-way street,
She's walking to the
End of the line
And there she meets the
Faces she sees in
Her heart and mind

They say -Goodbye-
Tomorrow Wendy's
Going to die
Underneath the chilly
Grey November sky
We can make believe that
Kennedy is still alive
We're shooting for
The moon and smiling
Jackie's driving by

They say -Good try-
Tomorrow Wendy's
Going to die
I told the priest -
Don't count on
Any [bad word] 
God got his [bad word] kicked
The first time he
Came down here slumming
He had the balls [bad word] 
The gall to die and then
Forgive us -
No, I don't wonder why
I wonder what he thought
It would get us -
Hey he, good try -
Tomorrow Wendy's
Going to die

But God says jump,
so I set the time
'cause if he ever saw it
it was through these eyes of mine
and if He ever suffered
it was me who did His crying...
Hey, hey, good bye...