You are obsolete
In end of time retreat
Denying how you tried
To drown in love’s high tide
No curtains in your glass house
You are on the verge
Indulging every urge
The clock reads half past late
Wake up to medicate
No curtains in your glass house
You can’t scream over the sound
Black helicopters all around
All around

As sure as night follows day
The darkness is going to come your way

How you faked the trips
Sticking to the script
Denying you were found
Caughtdeadinthistown
No curtains in your glass house
Mary full of grace
God has quit this place
The sixty cycle whine
Up and down your spine
No curtains in your glass house
You can’t scream over the sound
Black helicopters all around
All around

As sure as night follows day
The darkness is going to come your way

©2003 John Newlands