The bells are ringing and we’ve set up court in the kitchen it might be too early for what we’re up to but we’re up to it And for the millionth time in a billion ways we’ve tried and tried and failed again But this time I think we’re gonna make it Hand in hand with your lost dignity, stumbling down the block like you own the fucking thing Pull up to your local head up to the bar and that crumpled up man with the crumpled up hat With the look in his eyes that say fuck all that Let’s up his death grip on his shot glass and starts smiling And the missions bells are ringing to the passing of the trains As the morning breaks don’t worry my darling This Sunday morning we won’t have to water down our whisky with tears Cause it’s a good day for the damned Sunglasses for your sins and as you catch your reflection in the mirror you’re laughing cause even if the jokes on you it’s still funny So it’s back out the door and onto the streets things might not be as bad as they seem And as you unroll the bills in your pocket you made it outta last night better than you should have And as you float home on drunken wings home sweet hotel’s calling again It’s been a good day for the damned and as you lay your head down on your pillow man As you pass out you’re still smiling And the bells keep ringing