armageddon's back in town

as we pulled into town there was a breakdown

as the moonlight hit the town

but it was high noon in somebody's head

before the first boot hit the ground

spent the day in cincinnati on the cell phone

trying to figure out the expense

stabbing fists into drawn-shade darkness

battered by experience

there's something to be said for hangin' in there

past the point of hangin' 'round too long

hung out to dry or put away wet

all the same when it all goes wrong

it's all my fault

it's all my fault

when you misconstrue the wonder and the shame

all over town

my name's passed around

'til you can't tell the darkness from the flame

you can't tell the darkness from the flame

i left my car at the airport

and flew to kansas city in the rain

i know enough to know i'm standing here soaked

and the weatherman's to blame

i left the house empty after sunset

with someone else to figure out the stains

i take my responsibility

for the darkness and the pain

it's all my fault

everything's my fault

guess a butcher knows how to trim the fat

when it all comes down

armageddon's back in town

you can't tell the rabbit from the hat

you can't tell the rabbit from the hat

the dye has been cast

symbolisms so pronounced

that there's nothing left to wonder or explain

there'll be no healing

from the art of double-dealing

armageddon's back in town again

armageddon's back in town again

armageddon's back in town again