First thing I remember was lying in the sand

When a plague of seven horsemen

Came across the desert land

They had one good eye between them

They were burning up the sky

When I asked why they had come for me

The ugly one replied

He told me



Ah, you better recognize

Aw, you better recognize, son



Next thing I recall well

I was hanging from a cliff

When an angel came to rescue

Me and held me in her grip

She said, "Everyone who's ever loved you

Gets hurt in the end."

Then she smiled and said, "Forgive me."

As she let go of my hand

She told me



(You been living out of pocket, out of your socket)

Ah, you better recognize.

(You been leaning like a Pisa, a moaning Lisa)

Ah, you better recognize, son

(Hip hip for all the busted, we are entrusted)

Ah, you better recognize.

(You come a pleading, but it's too late

We can't hear you're on the list now!)

And let your dim light shine.



Always darkest before the morning light,

Lord knows you ain't that bright

Better let your dim light shine



Just before I hit the ground

I woke up in my bed

I was dazed and I was weary

And my heart was full of dread

When I looked at my reflection

I was horrified to find

There were seven horsemen next to me

The angel close behind

They told me



(You been living out of pocket, out of the socket)

Ah, you better recognize.

(You been leaning like a Pisa, a moaning Lisa)

Ah, you better recognize, son

(Hip hip for all the busted, we are entrusted)

Ah, you better recognize.

(You come a pleading, but it's too late

We can't hear you're on the list now!)

And let your dim light shine.





[Thanks to comflobbinbobbin@hotmail.com for these lyrics]