You`re the last of a breed and it`s begining to stink
So you take to the clouds with your bible and drink
The proclaimation was made, the proclaimation was felt
There`s a new notch in your belt
Very carefully you`ve protected your house
Now there`s no getting out
It`s too cold
It`s too late
It`s too far
There`s a lovely house on a lovely street
There`s a burning star but it`s giving no heat
To the sting that was felt on the back of your hand
Now someone`s lost command
Very secretly you`ve infected your house
Now there`s no getting out
It`s too cold
It`s too late
It`s too far