Wednesday morning at five o'clock As the day begins Silently closing her bedroom door Leaving the note that she hoped would say more She goes downstairs to the kitchen Clutching her handkerchief Quietly turning the backdoor key Stepping outside, she is

Here's to the closing door Here's to just one more Here's to all the damned Here's to the bloodshed Can't leave it alone, won't let me forget Rip off the bandage, and tear out the stitch Fed like a pig, off the shit in the dish Shrouded in burlap left

You know he heard the drums of war When the past was a closing door The drums beat into the jungle floor Past was always a closing door Closing door Rain on the leaves and the soldiers sing You never-never hear anything They filled the sky with a

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality Haven't you ever heard of closing a goddamn door? Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door? I chime in with a Oh, well in fact Well I'll look at it

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality Haven't you ever heard of closing a goddamn door? Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door? I chime in with a Oh, well in fact Well I'll look at it

Burn all the bridges and fire in the hole Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Open windows, closing doors God can't help us anymore Souls forever come and go The critics never forget it This ain't a game I'm gonna talk it, I ain't ashamed I'm gonna walk it, I'll never