Some things you do just to see
How bad they'll make you feel
Sometimes you try to freeze time
As though the slots were a blur of spinning wheels

But I am just a broken machine
And I do things that I don't really mean

Long black night, morning frost
I'm still here, but all is lost

Speed up to the precipice
And then slam on the brake
Some people crash two or three times
And then they learn from their mistakes

But we are the ones who don't slow down at all
And there's nobody there to catch us when we fall

Long black night, morning frost
I'm still herе, but all is lost

Feel the storm every night, hopе it passes by
Hallucinate a shady grove where Judas went to die

Unfurl the black velvet altar cloth
Draw a white chalk Baphomet
Mistreat your altar boys long enough
And this is what you get
Sad and angry, we can't learn how to behave
We still won't know how in the dark arms of the grave

Long black night, morning frost
I'm still here (I'm still here), but all is lost

Hi, again, we're The Mountain Goats
My name is John, I am the singer
I started this band in Norwalk, California, in 1991
I did not know at the time that there was gonna be a plague
But I had an inkling
So I thought I'd write some songs in case that happened
Uh, Peter, what are we playing next?
Uh, Amy