"Priest Or Politician" lyrics

How many days away is the heart
That makes or breaks the sale of your soul?
How many holy rosaries rolling
Twixt your fingers covered in gold?

Well, I don't know
Nor does any priest or politician
'Cause time will fold
And we'll remain at the seams
So I'm going out with the band tonight

How many songs are sung but to no one
Words like wind just lost to the ether?
How many stories never get told in
Manic blood letting, lost in a fever?

Well, I don't know
Nor does any priest or politician
'Cause time will fold
And we'll remain at the seams
So I'm going out with the band tonight
Ah yeah, I'm going out with the band tonight

When you hold too tight
To the rising tide
When you try and you try
But it serves you right
When the tide, it turns
And it's not for the yearning
I cried
I cried
I cried

How many waylaid days lying dormant
Like cut off cloth in the bushel man's comer?
How many holy rosaries golden
Twixt your fingers, cigarette rolling?

I don't know
Nor does any priest or politician
'Cause time will fold
And we'll remain at the seams
So I'm going out with the band tonight
Oh yeah, I'm going down with the band tonight
I'm going down with the band tonight