The Noose

So you don't know what to do

And this nightmare gets to you

Like a steam engine it will roll

Press and push against the wall

Just get ready for the noose

It will never let you loose

The receiver barks at you

Blondie will not see you through

And this wall is dark and rough

Pissed on, smelly - all that stuff

But its thickness is a shield

And some coldness it will yield

And the healer's on the blink

The whole town is on the brink

Sundays smelling of the dead

Jimmy making his death bed, yeah...

Hear the voices of the hord:

'Reconcile with our lord!'

But he's gonna let you down

having fun out on the town

Jimmy, please! Listen to me!

Don't you know it's plain to see?

Death is calling you right now

Answer her and don't ask how

And the healer's on the blink

The whole town is on the brink

Sundays smelling of the dead

Jimmy making his death bed, yeah...

And the healer's on the blink

The whole town is on the brink

Sundays smelling of the dead

Jimmy making his death bed, yeah...