When the day is done we'll get out of here,
When the race is run and the coast is clear,
Jump a sinking ship,
Grab a falling leaf,
I'll place a smoke ring 'round your yellow fingers and a rose in your teeth,
And we'll go climbing broken ladders to glory,
Climbing broken ladders to glory.
When the faithful doubt, feel the rafters shake,
Feel our souls wear out and our laces break,
You're my ravaged nun,
I'm your greasy priest,
Playing taps upon a battered toy trumpet 'til the lock's released.
We'll go climbing broken ladders to glory,
Climbing broken ladders to glory.
When the beast is crowned we'll be at the dance,
You in your tattered gown, me in my underpants,
I will turn to salt,
You will turn to sand,
We'll get blown across the cracked linoleum out to the promised land.
When the day is done we'll get out of here, (climbing broken ladders up to glory)
When the day is done we'll get out of here. (climb the broken ladder up to glory)
