Put your hands into the water, let your mouth go sick and dry Put your life into your death now, let them sing till you die Die, die, die, yeah You radical, rather than rhetorical, babble like a lyrical Why am I always in your debt? Father of the sun and the Holy Ghost Communist comatose, show me all the ways that are a bet The middle of a nuclear winter is a modern achievement of the retro-apocalyptic horde Satan, you must be mistaken, there are no more Satans Only the farthest and the poor Forget tonight, ignore night's triumphs, yeah Regret for life, remorse inside of you, yeah Maybe you've been down too low Maybe you've been down too low The heart begins to suffer when the soul has given up And the flesh is barely more than bone When no one else is listening, only when you've had enough It's time to sing this dying song of hope Put your hands into the water, let your mouth go sick and dry Put your life into your death now, let them sing till you die Die, die, die, yeah Maybe you've been down too low Maybe you've been down too low They call you bastards, you better tell me why If I don't get an answer, you better sing it in charge They call you bastards, you better tell me why If I don't get an answer, you better sing it in charge The heart begins to suffer when the soul has given up And the flesh is barely more than bone When no one else is listening, only when you've had enough It's time to sing this dying song of hope Put your hands into the water, let your mouth go sick and dry Put your life into your death now, let them sing till you die Put your hands into the water, let your mouth go sick and dry Put your life into your death now, let them sing till you die