No, the years really haven’t been kind
Central booking at sunrise
In the red at the edge of your eyes
Let it blur as you drive by

Grand abandoned mansions from a better time
Rotting out from the inside

If you dig, what'd'you think you would find
It’s a tomb, not a gold mine
It’s the creche of the creatures who climb
Over each other’s bent spines

Giants in the earth and bullets in the sky
Grand abandoned mansions from a better time
Rotting out from the inside

If you dig what'd'you think you would find

“Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie
And from a tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down”

Giants in the earth and bullets in the sky
Grand abandoned mansions from a better time
Bars and churches in their never-ending lines
Rotting out from the inside