When the day is doneWe’ll get out of hereWhen the race is runand the coast is clearjump a sinking shipGrab a falling leafI’ll place a smoke ring ’round your yellow fingersand a rose in your teethand we’ll go climbing broken ladders to gloryWhen the faithful doubtfeel the rafters shakefeel our souls wear outand our laces breakYou’re my ravaged nunI’m your greasy priestplaying taps upon a battered toy trumpet’til the lock’s releasedWhen the beast is crownedwe’ll be at the danceYou in your tattered gownme in my underpantsI will turn to saltYou will turn to sandWe’ll get blown across the cracked linoleumout to the promise landWhen the day is doneWe’ll get out of here…