"The Juggernauts" as written by Greg Bergdorf, Matty Lewis, Ali Tabatabaee, Ed Udhus and Ben Osmundson....
Watching anvils falling all around
And they break our bones when they hit the ground
The siren screams without a sound
So we numb ourselves with drink and drown
Got to clock in, bar code and name
Zeros and ones compose the game
And the roof's on fire but stops the rain
So clench your fist enjoy the pain
Think back to the ways of yesterdays
The "I" in team raised renegades
In punk rock clubs and razorblades
Where throwaway kids scream serenades

We lost control again
We lost control again
We lost control
Gotta find a way to make amends,
Rewrite the end ,
Take back what time has stole

We are the angry
The innocent
We are the hungry
The discontent
We are the marquee
The one percent
We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

Dropping down a well that time forgot
With scars that show that we care a lot
In the sky we dreamt like a juggernaut
Of the things we'd do and what we sought but
One by one we fall the same
How much to lose, not much to gain
So have your hope hop another train and
Bleach yourslef but the stain remains
Think back to the ways of yesterdays
When we never even had to get paid to play
Had a backpack filled with things to say
But the words have all been thrown away

We lost control again
We lost control again
We lost control
Gotta find a way to make amends,
Rewrite the end,
Take back what time has stole

We are the angry
The innocent
We are the hungry
The discontent
We are the marquee
The one percent
We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

We won't wait
We're the lost but we're found
We can't wait
Alarms are calling
We won't wait
We're not the fallen
The underground, you won't recognize us now

We are the angry
The innocent
We are the hungry
The discontent
We are the marquee
The one percent
We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

We lost control again
We lost control again
We lost control
Got a lost hope requiem
And we're wreckin' 'em
There's no use settling

So when will all the waiting end?
If we don't pretend like a shot gun awakening
To blow off the pinned-down limb,
Shed your skin cause they is shuddering

So tie off the bleeding end and start again
The streets are barreling
With no reason to reinvent our discontent
The sound grows deafening

We want control again
We want control again
We want control
Gotta find a way to make amends,
Rewrite the end,
Take back what time has stole

We are the angry
The innocent
We are the hungry
The discontent
We are the marquee
The one percent
We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

We won't wait
We're the lost but we're found
We can't wait
Alarms are calling
We won't wait
We're not the fallen
The underground, you won't recognize us now

We are the angry
The innocent
We are the hungry
The discontent
We are the marquee
The one percent
We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

We want control again
We want control again
We want control
The underground, you won't recognize us now

We want control again
We want control again
We want control
The underground, you won't recognize us now


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    General CommentThis is one of my favorite songs by them from Phoenix... I believe it is just another lost generation song, and great high school we don't give a shit song and we will make this our world when our chance come.

    Also I believe the the lyric is "to right the end" not "to fight the end"

    Also woo first post :D
    SaintBottoon July 18, 2008   Link
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    General CommentHere are the correct lyrics from the booklet

    Watching anvils falling all around
    And they break our bones when they hit the ground
    The siren screams without a sound
    So we numb ourselves with drink and drown
    Got to clock in, bar code and name
    Zeros and ones compose the game
    And the roof's on fire but stops the rain
    So clench your fist enjoy the pain
    Think back to the ways of yesterdays
    The "I" in team raised renegades
    In punk rock clubs and razorblades
    Where throwaway kids scream serenades

    We lost control again
    We lost control again
    We lost control
    Gotta find a way to make amends,
    Rewrite the end ,
    Take back what time has stole

    We are the angry
    The innocent
    We are the hungry
    The discontent
    We are the marquee
    The one percent
    We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

    Dropping down a well that time forgot
    With scars that show that we care a lot
    In the sky we dreamt like a juggernaut
    Of the things we'd do and what we sought but
    One by one we fall the same
    How much to lose, not much to gain
    So have your hope hop another train and
    Bleach yourslef but the stain remains
    Think back to the ways of yesterdays
    When we never even had to get paid to play
    Had a backpack filled with things to say
    But the words have all been thrown away

    We lost control again
    We lost control again
    We lost control
    Gotta find a way to make amends,
    Rewrite the end,
    Take back what time has stole

    We are the angry
    The innocent
    We are the hungry
    The discontent
    We are the marquee
    The one percent
    We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

    We won't wait
    We're the lost but we're found
    We can't wait
    Alarms are calling
    We won't wait
    We're not the fallen
    The underground, you won't recognize us now

    We are the angry
    The innocent
    We are the hungry
    The discontent
    We are the marquee
    The one percent
    We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

    We lost control again
    We lost control again
    We lost control
    Got a lost hope requiem
    And we're wreckin' 'em
    There's no use settling

    So when will all the waiting end?
    If we don't pretend like a shot gun awakening
    To blow off the pinned-down limb,
    Shed your skin cause they is shuddering

    So tie off the bleeding end and start again
    The streets are barreling
    With no reason to reinvent our discontent
    The sound grows deafening

    We want control again
    We want control again
    We want control
    Gotta find a way to make amends,
    Rewrite the end,
    Take back what time has stole

    We are the angry
    The innocent
    We are the hungry
    The discontent
    We are the marquee
    The one percent
    We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

    We won't wait
    We're the lost but we're found
    We can't wait
    Alarms are calling
    We won't wait
    We're not the fallen
    The underground, you won't recognize us now

    We are the angry
    The innocent
    We are the hungry
    The discontent
    We are the marquee
    The one percent
    We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

    We want control again
    We want control again
    We want control
    The underground, you won't recognize us now

    We want control again
    We want control again
    We want control
    The underground, you won't recognize us now
    bfg1024on August 08, 2008   Link
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    General Commentbest song on phoenix? i think so :)
    himynameisvicon June 11, 2009   Link
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    General CommentI don't get what they mean by "we are the marquee". What is that?
    sullyj3on July 22, 2010   Link

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