Hung Out to Dry

Now the holy ghost
Crossed the county line
And all the local folk
Died with something fine
Sail on misery
Through all this tragedy
You tossed your borrowed rings
And told them all goodbye
You took your borrowed wings
They wouldn't fly
So you hung them out to dry
Now the holy ghost
Said the time had passed
Then he raised a toast
With a broken glass
Sail on misery
In this conspiracy
Out on the cosmic sea
And drown reality
You tossed your borrowed rings
And told them all goodbye
You took your borrowed wings
They wouldn't fly
So you hung them out to die
You tossed your borrowed rings
And told them all goodbye
You took your borrowed wings
They wouldn't fly
So you hung them out to die