Walk the long and lonely corridors
That run between the still hours
Today gives what tomorrow steals
It's time I guess
To lay down your cross
The holy show is rollin'
All dressed up in a flaming red suit
Wearing silver on my boots
And everything turns insane
The professional mourners
The hired weepers
Stand tearful
Stifled by sobs
As we walk the long and lonely corridors
That run between the still hours
Today gives
What tomorrow steals