I resumed with an angel of darkness called despair
He claimed that he was the answer to my prayers
He tried to bring me round to this general school of thought
He claimed if I chose, I could end all my woes
Forever in a single shot
Well, he damn near won me over
But my trigger finger froze
Soon a battle of wits
Became a mortal exchange of blows
Right before the lights went out
He pressed his whiskers to my ear
Then he spat and he cursed
And he whispered these words
With a snarl and a snigger and a sneer
He said, give it up, son
You know you never can win
The world is a burning house
It's always a burning house



It's always something
Get your gun, son
Kiss all your sorrows goodbye
Bang and you'll be flying
Like a bird up in the sky
Came a-tapping on my shoulder
T'was an angel of light called hope
She said, hey, little boy blue
Please let an old friend throw you a rope
Sure it's dark, cold and windy
And the heavens ain't no great shame
And the heavens ain't no great shame

And the heavens ain't no great shame
But whether wise
You just might be surprised
What a difference a day makes
Don't give up, son
It's true you can always win
It's true you can always win
The world is a burning house
It's always something
It's always a something
It's always a something
How you going, son?
Won't do the head won't do the fuel right
Come on and I bet you'll see this
In a whole different light
She said
Oh, different nights
Oh, different nights