Well it’s late enough that there’s nothing to do   You’re waiting on me, and babe I’m waiting on you   But we’re not moved by great hate or love anymore   But by great boredom and hallmark truths.      But these lives that we live, they aren’t measured in days   When cloud nine’s silver lining has faded to grey   But life isn’t measured in the breaths you take   But in the breaths you don’t waste on clichés...      Because we won’t go gentle, no we won’t lie down   The crosses that we carry we’ll leave lying around   And we’ll paint our noses and we’ll paint this town   We’ll go out, raising Cain...      Well I could come knocking, you could let me in   We would be as bright as glory and as dark as sin   ‘Cause if I’m going to burn it won’t be   On anyone else’s whims.      Because life is a bull and then death is a bear   And in the blink of a tumour we’ll be losing our hair   But it’s not over ‘till it’s over   Until the fat man sells his shares...      And so we won’t go gentle now we won’t lie down   The crosses that we carry we’ll leave lying around   And we’ll paint our noses and we’ll paint this town   We’ll go out, raising Cain.      Well I’m a cage without a bird   And you’re a wise man without words   And we’ve been living like clockwork canaries in mines,   Sing Marco Polo just to be heard...      And so we won’t go gentle, no we won’t lie down   The crosses that we carry we’ll leave lying around   And so we’ll paint our noses and we’ll paint this town   We’ll go out, raising Cain...