There is no point
In fixing
It's out of your hands

You'll get back in again
I know

Grinding out
Rings through their noses
All in all accounted but

Lost with your own fault
Gone on your own time

I warned you child
Go down within
In the chapel a golden mop
I challenge every sinner
To know when I will go

There is no point
In fixing
It's out of your hand
I know

There is no point
In fixing
It's out of your hands
You'll get back in again
I know