Wait for the signal, the old man bows his head

And there's a waltz up in the air as the flames lick the slate bare

But the tears won't come, no matter how you poke

At the memories you hoped would nurse a lump into your throat

Come on carve it out. Come on

Oh come on carve it out. Oh come on

It came out on the turnpike

It came out in the streets

In ungodly Brooklyn heat, in the stench of trash and weed

So come on carve it out, a bruise, a gift

The details where the devil lives

Come on carve it out

The details where the devil lives

Whether church pew or hospital ward, on a long enough timeline we all get what we deserve, but seldom what we want

And though I don't believe there's anything waiting, on a long enough timeline we all get what we deserve, yeah we'll all be accountable

If it's church pew or hospital ward, on a long enough timeline we all get what we deserve, but seldom what we want

And though I don't believe there's anything waiting, on a long enough timeline we all get what we deserve, yeah we'll all be accountable

If it's church pew or hospital ward, on a long enough timeline we all get what we deserve, but seldom what we want

And though I don't believe there's anything waiting, on a long enough timeline we all get what we deserve, yeah we'll all be accountable.