Lyrics

Where you been, Christ? It's a quarter to three, Pope up all night, God-damned circus, cable TV, And would it kill you To die, for me? No doubt, you're still your Father's son, But your curfew's the Millenium. Do you know where your children are? It's a quarter to three. Had your fun, Lord. Would you do it again? Number one son, All just shot to Hell in the end. You signed for their lives While they were stealing your pen They'll get a clue by Kingdom Come, Cause your curfew's your Millenium? Do you know where your children are? It's a quarter to three. And we dream dangerous angles, As we sleep. And we make cardboard angels To sell on the street. Do you know, do you know, it's a quarter to three.