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 break
Some people crash two-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 here
But all is lost

Feel the storm every night
Hope 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 (all is lost)
Yeah
Yeah

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