The Mill

And if all that there is

Is sad songs and American beer

And the voices at the bar

Obscuring every word

That you think that you can hear

We have seen it all before

We have seen it all before

We have seen it all before

And I know now what must be done

So it is less like a song

And it is more like a sonnet

To the ghosts of Jackson, Steve Frank

And to the bones of Elvis

We have seen it all before

We have seen it all before

We have seen it all before

And I know now what must be done

And if all that there is

Is sad songs and American beer

And the voices at the bar

Oh they're the voices of the angels

Telling us that the end is near

And all of our mates sing

We have seen it all before

We have seen it all before

We have seen it all before

And I know now what must be done