Swans - Jim

It's time
To sleep
It's time
To leave. To loose
The binds
To lose
A mind. Time to
Exhale
To drink the green sea
To drift
Upon
The scarlet breeze. It's time
It's time
It's time to begin. It's time
It's time
It's time to just leave
Let's raise up our hands in prayer,
Walk barefoot upon this carpet of air.
Let's string up the man
At the top of the stairs.
Let's piss on the city
That's burning down there
Jim
Jim
Jim oh Jim. Jim
Jim
It's time to begin,
Ride your mechanical beast to heaven.
Ride your beautiful bitch to the ultimate sin.
Don't cry. Sweet plum, no regrets
We will strangle you up in the loft.
These methadrine teeth are piled up in the sink
And your mother is screaming to finish him off
Now heaven will come, we will rise again.
Heaven will come, we will win.
It is 200 miles to the place where we begin.
Yes heaven will come, we will win...