I waited all day

And it seemed like one day too many



To find out who knows what

And why all the gallons are hanging



Deadmen are sneaking

Over thr hills

Something forgotten

Is going on there still



I waited all day

and still it seemed like one day too many



Down in the basement

With gunfire closer than distant



And upstairs the band

Played a cynical waltz



The whole world a blamin'

When it's everyone's fault



Who knows what

Who knows what



Tell me what kind of

Is at the end of the world who knows what



What kind of [?] is at the end of the world who knows what