Turn of the Century

Slow down
You must be phenomenal
You must have fists the size of animals
But it's not the time to hunt now

All is God, He gets around
To your nothing
Your shiny dreams of see-through something
And when it's over, it's greater
We're still killing fires a century later

It's a whole different matter
It's a hole
It's a whole different matter
It's a hole

Burn down
It's astronomical
A no-man's land filled with animals
But now is the time to kick round
All that lays out on the ground

And you're running
But your dancing shoes won't last till Sunday
And when it's over, it's greater
We're still killing fires a century later

At the turn of the century we'll all be together
Whether we make it home
Is a whole different matter
My eyes are wide open, I'm turning to stone
It's a whole different thing if I ever make it home
If I ever make it home

At the turn of the century we'll all be together
Whether we make it home
Is a whole different matter
My eyes are wide open, I'm turning to stone
It's a whole different thing if I ever make it home
If I ever make it home

It's a whole different matter, it's a hole
It's a whole different matter, it's a hole
It's a whole different matter, it's a hole
It's a whole different matter, it's a hole