This Was the Child of the Millennium
a Switch Blade Hangin Round the Neck
a Trail of Crosses Burned Continuum
the Path to [bad word] Blazed in a Wreck
over and over
over and over

Get Me Through the Night
Get Me Through the Winter
Get Me to the Sun or We’ll All Be Gone

I Heard There’s No Rest for the Wicked
So I Won’t Be Sleeping when I’m Dead
That Is the Last We’ll Hear About It
That Is the Last We’ll That We’ll Say
No More It’s over
No More It’s over

Get Me Through the Night
Get Me Through the Winter
Get Me to the Sun or We’ll All Be Gone