Luck locked? Moon shot? Ungod got? Goner hope not You're in unlikely | rock shock (not in chorus) (x2) Now are you just in the aiming, this hopeful knight all right and reining, or is it falling that you've mastered solely, wholly only gaining debt or regret, at the bread of a threat in a dead-end collect of your self in extents to let off a small fearfire in the gone that sleeps inside you, all to sever an arm for a clear and embalmed calm moment in the palm of the sun outside the numb, inside your skin to eat completely of the clear you're in Luck locked? Moon shot? Ungod got? Goner hope not You're in unlikely rock shock (x4) The fate of your life may go cold May be determined by how good you look in white And you will be there singing key Yes you Yes in your cutting edge whites You will show them you are just, and the sight and sound of such Will turn to trust Will turn to trust You will show them you are just, and the sight and sound of such Will turn to trust and is that dangerous (x2) It's a 6ft tall man's world, if you're not knowing and the steady second hands of such are never not in motion. From the size of the ceilings to the way the windows open, it is a dark rule of thumb, sunk deep into our numb Writ in the stitch of our hand, at the center of a thing making modern man and its overdriven eat They want it clean and numb when it hits the tongue How clean and numb when it hits the tongue? Un-god got Clean and numb and ungod got (x2) Amen, sing what you mean then What's working man's hope? They, they call it cope (x8)