No Point - Guided By Voices

There is no point

In fixing

It’s out of your hands

You’ll get back in again

I know

Grinding out

Rings through their noses

All in all accounted but

Lost with your own fault

Gone on your own time

I warned you child

Go down within

In the chapel a golden mop

I challenge every sinner

To know when I will go

There is no point

In fixing

It’s out of your hand

I know

There is no point

In fixing

It’s out of your hands

You’ll get back in again

I know