A Good Day for the Damned

The bells are ringing and we’ve set up

court in the kitchen it might be too early for

what we’re up to but we’re up to it

And for the millionth time in a billion ways

we’ve tried and tried and failed again

But this time I think we’re gonna make it

Hand in hand with your lost dignity,

stumbling down the block like you own the fucking thing

Pull up to your local head up to the bar

and that crumpled up man with the crumpled up hat

With the look in his eyes that say fuck all that

Let’s up his death grip on his shot glass and starts smiling

And the missions bells are ringing to the passing of the trains

As the morning breaks don’t worry my darling

This Sunday morning we won’t have to water down

our whisky with tears

Cause it’s a good day for the damned

Sunglasses for your sins and as you catch

your reflection in the mirror you’re laughing cause

even if the jokes on you it’s still funny

So it’s back out the door and onto

the streets things might not be as bad as they seem

And as you unroll the bills in your pocket

you made it outta last night better than you should have

And as you float home on drunken wings home sweet hotel’s calling again

It’s been a good day for the damned

and as you lay your head down on your pillow man

As you pass out you’re still smiling

And the bells keep ringing