First light in the morning Everything is fine Staring at the ceiling Casually blind She's raising cats, raising rats Hiding from the light Cats and rats, skulls and bats I love your epitaph My love Before you try to con the angels You have to forget a thing or two Before you start to ring the bells You have to know that nothing's new Oh Lord, I tell you so These noisy days run slow First light in the morning Your shame lies in a shroud They're tearing down your painting Using aerograph You're building houses, wasting thousands Hiding from your wife Cats and rats, skulls and bats Let's eat your autograph My love Before you try to con the angels You have to forget a thing or two Before you start to ring the bells You have to know that nothing's new Before you try to con the angels You have to forget a thing or two Before you start to ring the bells You have to know that nothing's new Before you're getting crucified Ask for some kind of retribution Before you're getting crucified Ask for some kind of retribution