Name the time, name the place
Put on your good dress
Greet me to your kin
'Longside the darkness
All the tricks we know
To slip the dead hand
Gentle shall we go
Into the badlands
And light the fire
Hear the bell ring
Light the fire
Hear the book sing
Ride the wave
Mourn the lost hand
Ride the wave
Greet the good thing
Better days will survive
Amidst the decay
We will turn the tide
Out on the freeway
Run up all the flags
And wade in singin'
Takes twenty-two angry lads
To slay the mad king
The ones you left behind
You know they're long gone
Signal me when it's time
To drop the V-bomb
And light the fire
Hear the bell ring
Light the fire
Hear the book sing
Ride the wave
Mourn the lost hand
Ride the wave
Greet the good thing
With all the shame you might desire
You go outside the wire
You go outside the wire
And let us praise the angel as he cuts them all down
Into the cold ground
Into the cold ground, no
Let us praise the angel as he cuts them all down
Into the cold ground
Into the cold ground
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