They're setting the tables They're dimming the lights They're leaving the priesthood It's all over tonight 'Cause somebody's missing Somebody's cold You better clean out your windows And sell all your gold The membership's crowded They're cleaning the list The menu is different Everybody's pissed The chef is breaking down Burning to the ground We haven't got far to go Riding through the snow Someone keeps on knocking Knocking on your door Cool rain, cool rain, cool rain, cool rain The chef is breaking down Burning to the ground We haven't got far to go Riding through the snow Someone keeps on knocking Knocking on your door Cool rain, cool rain, cool rain, cool rain