Well it's late enough that there's nothing to do
You're waiting on me, and babe I'm waiting on you
But we're not moved by great hate or love anymore
But by great boredom and hallmark truths.
But these lives that we live, they aren't measured in days
When cloud nine's silver lining has faded to grey
But life isn't measured in the breaths you take
But in the breaths you don't waste on clichés...
Because we won't go gentle, no we won't lie down
The crosses that we carry we'll leave lying around
And we'll paint our noses and we'll paint this town
We'll go out, raising Cain...
Well I could come knocking, you could let me in
We would be as bright as glory and as dark as sin
'Cause if I'm going to burn it won't be
On anyone else's whims.
Because life is a bull and then death is a bear
And in the blink of a tumour we'll be losing our hair
But it's not over 'till it's over
Until the fat man sells his shares...
And so we won't go gentle now we won't lie down
The crosses that we carry we'll leave lying around
And we'll paint our noses and we'll paint this town
We'll go out, raising Cain.
Well I'm a cage without a bird
And you're a wise man without words
And we've been living like clockwork canaries in mines,
Sing Marco Polo just to be heard...
And so we won't go gentle, no we won't lie down
The crosses that we carry we'll leave lying around
And so we'll paint our noses and we'll paint this town
We'll go out, raising Cain...