So you don't know what to do And this nightmare gets to you Like a steam engine it will roll Press and push against the wall Just get ready for the noose It will never let you loose The receiver barks at you Blondie will not see you through And this wall is dark and rough Pissed on, smelly - all that stuff But its thickness is a shield And some coldness it will yield And the healer's on the blink The whole town is on the brink Sundays smelling of the dead Jimmy making his death bed, yeah... Hear the voices of the hord: 'Reconcile with our lord!' But he's gonna let you down Having fun out on the town Jimmy, please! Listen to me! Don't you know it's plain to see? Death is calling you right now Answer her and don't ask how And the healer's on the blink The whole town is on the brink Sundays smelling of the dead Jimmy making his death bed, yeah... And the healer's on the blink The whole town is on the brink Sundays smelling of the dead Jimmy making his death bed, yeah...