They say suicide’s the only way home tonight

the fourth window is a stairway to heaven

Sister Jane she smiles at me

cause she knows that I’ll never leave

I’ll do my time counting sheep and seconds

tiny televisions in the chapel on the floor

I used to mind the static I don’t feel it anymore

lithium and cigarettes and deadbolts on the door

we’re just killing time they tell us we’re alive

painting pentagrams hearing ghosts of conversations

running out of sevens but the deck is full of aces

streetcar’s shaking me like a play by Tennessee

take this little white pill it’ll stop your mind from racing

tiny televisions in the chapel on the floor

I used to mind the static I don’t feel it anymore

lithium and cigarettes and deadbolts on the door

we’re just killing time they tell us we’re alive

we’re landing on the moon shooting presidents at high noon

explosions in the sky Saigon night surrender

I want to hold your hand burning flags in protest

flickers blue and white and black shots rang out in Memphis

tiny televisions in the chapel on the floor

I used to mind the static I don’t feel it anymore

lithium and cigarettes and deadbolts on the door

we’re just killing time they tell us we’re alive

we’re just killing time they tell us we’re alive

they say suicide’s the only way home tonight

the fourth floor window is a stairway to heaven