Our days here are numbered
Says the ghost to her lover
Let us offer ourselves up
To the evening's distractions
Put your mask on
Put your mask on

Death is the scourge of the living
Living's the scourge of the earth
Earth says "y'all better hope heaven can find you some more midnight oil to burn"

'Cause heaven is nought but the world we were given is nought but more hellish each year
(Death is the scourge of the living)
It's a hundred degrees at the end of October
And nought to be done but ignore it together with masks on
(Living's the scourge of the earth)
Put your mask on

We'll float through the ballroom
You won't know me I won't know you
With these thin veils between us
And our lives flying past, Love
Put your mask on
Put your mask on

An angel is nought but a ghost with a halo is nought but a circle of fear
Made of every mistake that's been made in its orbit
If you're feeling rough now just wait 'til the morning

'Cause heaven is nought but the world we were given is nought but more hellish each year
It's a hundred degrees at the end of October
And nought to be done but ignore it together

But death is a function of living
(with masks on)
And living's a function of God
And God is a function of masquerade balls for the dead that the living hath wrought while they're singing that
Death is the scourge of the living
Living's the scourge of the earth
Death is the scourge of the living
Living's the scourge of the earth