"Cowards" lyrics

Go get your things, we are leaving, we are going
We're turning our backs upon all this not knowing
Stealing all the art from the Greeks and the Romans
Sikhs and the Arabs and the streams you dip your toes in
We'll make it as planned, as any bad joke
We'll feel closer to God than every last pope
And we'll smile more remarkably than them who have lost hope
In their one-bedroom apartments and embarrassing chateaus

And it might not work
Oh, it hasn't any time
But we would be some cowards
If we did not fucking try
And it might not work
Oh, it hasn't any time
But we would be some cowards
If we did not fucking try

By now, we have earned it, I'm sure by now, we've earned it
For all the bad things that we've had to come to terms with
The death of our sisters puts the whiskey in the thermos
Our small shallow dreams we should've chased with much more fervence
Go and get your things and we will go outside and burn them
It's the only way out and it's the only way in
For everyone who comes out safe, forty there descends
This is where we are now now and this is where we've always been

And it might not work
Oh, it hasn't any time
But we would be some cowards
If we did not fucking try
And it might not work
Oh, it hasn't any time
But we would be some cowards
If we did not fucking try, hey, hey, hey

But then again, stranger things, they have happened
I twist the knob to roll with my toes a tad tapping
That mistake that I might have made, I tried to hide away
Way beneath the surface, it would never see the light of day
But there it goes again and now it's all the same
Life's a bitch, I can't recall her name