作词 : Mogg, Schenker
(instrumental) 
Windows are closing, you smell the track 
Traffic is heavy 
Up riding the rack 
Bodies are buried, freeways and wells 
Boneyards with vistas 
Gateways to hell 
When it's all over, 
You'll frown and fret 
Way down the line 
Where no angels tread 
Soldiers are gathering, not missing a beat 
A poetry reading, while reaping the wheat 
Out looking for 
Venus She's black marble on ice 
Cut to precision 
Weighted like dice 
When it's all over, 
You'll frown and fret 
Way down the line, where no angels tread 
Maybe you'll make it, maybe you won't 
The world and his dog, won't care if you don't (instrumental) 
When it's all over, 
You'll frown and fret 
Way down the line, where no angels tread 
Maybe you'll make it, maybe you won't 
The world and his dog won't care if you don't 
When it's all over, 
You'll frown and fret 
Way down the line, where no angels tread (instrumental over and out!)