Wind blows snow outside my windows   Crowd below runs wild in the streets   Two rented brothers race down two separate alleys   Heading for the finish line      Down in the train yard out by the stockyard   Butchers with aprons hack meat in the snow   Blood has the brothers pulsing with envy   Heading for the finish line      Two rented brothers. their faces keep changing   Just like these feelings I have for you   And nothing's forever not even five minutes   When you're headed for the finish line      Down in the depot out by the meat rack   Down by the tunnels surrounding the jail   Prisoners are marching in squares and in circles   They're heading for the finish line      They're lining up for noah's ark   They're stabbing each other in the dark   Saluting a flag made of some rich guy's socks   Heading for the finish line      Close to the line the ice is cracking   Two rented feelings sitting in the stands   Two mothers, two fathers and both of them are paid for   All of a sudden it comes back to me      Just up ahead is the finish line   Two rented referees and two checkered rags   Out of the corner of my eye comes a dark horse with black wings   Headed for the finish line      I'm five years old the room is fuzzy   I think there's also a very young girl   It's hard to remember what happened exactly   As I'm staring at the finish line   First came fire then came light   Then came feeling then cane sight