Broken Ladders

When the day is done We'll get out of here When the race is run and the coast is clear jump a sinking ship Grab a falling leaf I'll place a smoke ring 'round your yellow fingers and a rose in your teeth and we'll go climbing broken ladders to glory When the faithful doubt feel the rafters shake feel our souls wear out and our laces break You're my ravaged nun I'm your greasy priest playing taps upon a battered toy trumpet 'til the lock's released When the beast is crowned we'll be at the dance You in your tattered gown me in my underpants I will turn to salt You will turn to sand We'll get blown across the cracked linoleum out to the promise land When the day is done We'll get out of here...