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Windows are closing, you smell the track

Traffic is heavy

Up riding the rack

Bodies are buried, freeways and wells

Boneyards with vistas

Gateways to hell



When it's all over,

You'll frown and fret

Way down the line

Where no angels tread



Soldiers are gathering, not missing a beat

A poetry reading, while reaping the wheat

Out looking for Venus

She's black marble on ice

Cut to precision

Weighted like dice



When it's all over, You'll frown and fret

Way down the line, where no angels tread

Maybe you'll make it, maybe you won't

The world and his dog, won't care if you don't



(instrumental)



When it's all over,

You'll frown and fret

Way down the line, where no angels tread

Maybe you'll make it, maybe you won't

The world and his dog won't care if you don't



When it's all over,

You'll frown and fret

Way down the line, where no angels tread



(instrumental over and out!)