Sound the horns and hit the crashes End this watch and unearth this, unearth this dead man Don't lock the gates under the arch Head stones, the perfect drums for this stoic song and midnight march My mind is as blank as canvas rolled I'm here to shake the souls, the earth and prove my worth So i check my list and run Jack on my tongue, cheap oration Eyes like brush fire and months of repression I'll touchdown when, when we're fixed up Nothing's stopping it. This dead man's bell has rung I don't clean up so well you see No I don't feel much like anything (anything) When I'm home long enough for you Will you care for me or stare at my phantom limb I'm heading out and you're staying in tonight Jack on my tongue, cheap oration Eyes like brush fire and months of repression I'll touchdown when, when we're fixed up Nothing's stopping it. This dead man's bell has rung Shadow boxing, no one watching I'll be vexed for the ages, no chances left to change it I'll touchdown when, when we're fixed up Nothing's stopping it. This dead man's bell has rung