Jim - Michael Gira

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

Na na, na na, na na na na na na

Na na, na na, na na na na na na

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

Na na, na na, na na na na na na

Na na, na na, na na na na na na

Don’t cry, sweet plum, no regrets

We will strangle you up in the loft

These methedrine teeth are piled up in the sink

And your mother is screaming to finish him off

Now heaven will come, we will rise again

Yeah heaven will come, we will win

It’s 200 miles to the place where we begin

Yeah heaven will come, we will win…