Well I admit to the mistakes
At least privately, in takes
Theres another one

And I'd say we'll be okay
But thats a lie man, I mean hey
We're all dying young

It's not a wish, although it seems
It's more like a terrifying dream
And I'm serious

It's either whisky or a bong
or a car crash or a bomb
I'm serious

Because the only thing I think
When I wake up in my bed
And my stomach turns
As these pages turn
Is the world buring?
Is it only in my head?

On the screen on the T.V.
On the scene in front of me
With all the white noise
And the static and stark little screams
This is war, this is death
This has really been a bet
On the winning side
The winning side
The winning side
The winning side

And i'm sitting in a train
Over Brooklyn in the rain
All by myself

When a thought occurs to me
That all these people want to be
Just somewhere else

Like everyday it's just a loss
Spent arguing with your boss
Over a coffee break

Well the same is true for me
I mean one more indignity
And I'm going to break

Because the only thing I think
When he walks out on the screen
He says the sky falls
And your duty calls
Man, it takes some balls
To be so obscene

On the screen on the T.V.
All the scene in front of me
With all the white noise
And the stark little screams
This is war, this is death
This has really been a bet
On the winning side
The winning side
The winning side
The winning side
The right side
The right side
Well they shipped you off
And your parents cried
It all falls away so quietly
When you wake up to reality

A reality
What's reality
What's reality
What's reality
It's a fucking play

Well I've got a brother in Iraq
And I've got no way to get him back
Like all those people in the sands
Buried in Afganistan
I got a child in a crib
I got a father in a bib
I got no pills
I got no skills
I got no idea what I did
I just wonder every second
Every minute that passes by
Are we living, are we dreaming,
are We winning where we die
In the cloud of dust
In a mushroom burst
In a series of dead
With ? first

All alone in a hospital bed
Wondering what we might have done instead

With a life time
a life time

Well we paid our dues and we did our time
But, please tell me exactly what was our crime
When I stand, struck by this farthing lie
While you dicide
Who lives, who dies
I hope you choke
On all your lies



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  • +1
    Lyric CorrectionWhoops! There's a mistake above. It should be:

    Well I've made some mistakes
    At least privately in takes
    And here's another one
    And I'd say it'll be okay
    But that's a lie, man I mean hey
    We're all dying... young!
    It's not a wish although it seems
    More like a terrifying dream
    And I'm serious!
    It's either whiskey, or a bong,
    Or a car crash, or a bomb
    I'm serious!
    It's the only thing I think
    When I wake up in my bed
    While my stomach churns
    As these pages turn
    Is the world burnin'
    Is it only in my head?

    On a screen on a tv
    On a scene in front of me
    With all the white noise and the static
    And the static in the screams
    This is war, this is death
    This is real, you better bet
    On the winning side, the winning side,
    The winning side, the winning side

    And I'm sick on the train
    Over Brooklyn in the rain
    All by myself
    When a thought occurs to me
    That all these people wanna be
    Just somewhere... else
    Like every day is just a loss
    Spent arguing with your boss over a coffee break
    Well the same is true for me, I mean, want more dignity
    Or I'm going to... break
    Because the only thing I think
    When he walks out on the screen
    He says, the sky falls
    And your duty calls
    Man, it takes some balls to be...
    So obscene!

    On a screen on a tv
    On a scene in front of me
    With all the white nois and the static
    And the static in the screams
    This is war, this in death
    This is reall, you better bet
    On the winning side, the winning side
    The winning side, the winning side
    The right side, the right side
    Well they shipped you off
    When your parents cry
    And it all falls away so quietly
    When you wake up to reality...

    What reality?
    What's reality? What's reality? What's reality?
    It's a FUCKING BULLET!

    Well I got a brother in Iraq
    I got no way to get him back
    Like all those people in the sands,
    Buried in Afghanistan
    I got a child in a crib
    I got a father in a bib
    I got no pills
    I got no skills
    Got no idea what I did
    I just wonder every second
    Every minute that passes by
    Are we living?
    Are we dreaming?
    Are we winning?
    Will we die?
    In a cloud of dust,
    In a mushroom burst,
    In a series of degradations first?
    Or all alone in a hospital bed?
    Wondering what we
    Might have done instead...
    With a lifetime...
    A lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime
    A lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime
    A lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime
    Well we paid our dues
    And we did our time
    But can you tell me,
    Exactly what was our crime?
    We're not standing still
    For this firing line
    While you decide
    Who lives, who dies.
    I hope you
    CHOKE! ON! ALL! YOUR! LIES!
    XenusParadoxon May 01, 2010   Link
  • +1
    General CommentArgh! Some typos above. This should be 100%, typo-free, correct.

    Well I've made some mistakes
    At least privately in takes
    And here's another one
    And I'd say it'll be okay
    But that's a lie, man I mean hey
    We're all dying... young!
    It's not a wish although it seems
    More like a terrifying dream
    And I'm serious!
    It's either whiskey, or a bong,
    Or a car crash, or a bomb
    I'm serious!
    It's the only thing I think
    When I wake up in my bed
    With my stomach churns
    As these pages turn
    Is the world burnin'
    Is it only in my head?

    On a screen on a tv
    On a scene in front of me
    With all the white noise and the static
    And the static in the screams
    This is war, this is death
    This is real, you better bet
    On the winning side, the winning side,
    The winning side, the winning side

    And I'm sick on the train
    Over Brooklyn in the rain
    All by myself
    When a thought occurs to me
    That all these people wanna be
    Just somewhere... else
    Like every day is just a loss
    Spent arguing with your boss over a coffee break
    Well the same is true for me, I mean, one more indignity
    And I'm going to... break
    Because the only thing I think
    When he walks out on the screen
    He says, the sky falls
    And your duty calls
    Man, it takes some balls to be...
    So obscene!

    On a screen on a tv
    On a scene in front of me
    With all the white noise and the static
    And the static in the screams
    This is war, this in death
    This is real, you better bet
    On the winning side, the winning side
    The winning side, the winning side
    The right side, the right side
    Well they shipped you off
    And your parents cried
    And it all falls away so quietly
    When you wake up to reality...

    What reality?
    What's reality? What's reality? What's reality?
    It's a FUCKING BULLET!

    Well I got a brother in Iraq
    I got no way to get him back
    Like all those people in the sands,
    Buried in Afghanistan
    I got a child in a crib
    I got a father in a bib
    I got no pills
    I got no skills
    Got no idea what I did
    I just wonder every second
    Every minute that passes by
    Are we living?
    Are we dreaming?
    Are we winning?
    Will we die?
    In a cloud of dust,
    In a mushroom burst,
    In a series of degradations first?
    Or all alone in a hospital bed?
    Wondering what we
    Might have done instead...
    With a lifetime...
    A lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime
    A lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime
    A lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime
    Well we paid our dues
    And we did our time
    But can you tell me,
    Exactly what was our crime?
    We're not standing still
    For this firing line
    While you decide
    Who lives, who dies.
    I hope you
    CHOKE! ON! ALL! YOUR! LIES!
    XenusParadoxon May 01, 2010   Link
  • +1
    Song MeaningIt's about the futility of life, how we're all going to die wishing we'd done more with our lives. There's also an anti-Bush rant:

    "Because the only thing I think
    When he walks out on the screen
    He says, the sky falls
    And your duty calls
    Man, it takes some balls to be...
    So obscene!"

    "We're not standing still
    For this firing line
    While you decide
    Who lives, who dies.
    I hope you
    CHOKE! ON! ALL! YOUR! LIES! "
    XenusParadoxon May 01, 2010   Link
  • 0
    General Commenti think it is
    "a series of dead
    when tensions burst"
    musicxon June 30, 2010   Link
  • -1
    General CommentHere are the lyrics as I hear them.

    Well I admit to the mistakes
    At least privately, in takes
    Theres another one

    And I'd say we'll be okay
    But thats a lie man, I mean hey
    We're all dying young

    It's not a wish, although it seems
    It's more like a terrifying dream
    And I'm serious

    It's either whisky or a bong
    or a car crash or a bomb
    I'm serious

    Because the only thing I think
    When I wake up in my bed
    And my stomach turns
    As these pages turn
    Is the world buring?
    Is it only in my head?

    On the screen on the T.V.
    On the scene in front of me
    With all the white noise
    And the static and stark little screams
    This is war, this is death
    This has really been a bet
    On the winning side
    The winning side
    The winning side
    The winning side

    And i'm sitting in a train
    Over Brooklyn in the rain
    All by myself

    When a thought occurs to me
    That all these people want to be
    Just somewhere else

    Like everyday it's just a loss
    Spent arguing with your boss
    Over a coffee break

    Well the same is true for me
    I mean one more indignity
    And I'm going to break

    Because the only thing I think
    When he walks out on the screen
    He says the sky falls
    And your duty calls
    Man, it takes some balls
    To be so obscene

    On the screen on the T.V.
    All the scene in front of me
    With all the white noise
    And the stark little screams
    This is war, this is death
    This has really been a bet
    On the winning side
    The winning side
    The winning side
    The winning side
    The right side
    The right side
    Well they shipped you off
    And your parents cried
    It all falls away so quietly
    When you wake up to reality

    A reality
    What's reality
    What's reality
    What's reality
    It's a fucking play

    Well I've got a brother in Iraq
    And I've got no way to get him back
    Like all those people in the sands
    Buried in Afganistan
    I got a child in a crib
    I got a father in a bib
    I got no pills
    I got no skills
    I got no idea what I did
    I just wonder every second
    Every minute that passes by
    Are we living, are we dreaming,
    are We winning where we die
    In the cloud of dust
    In a mushroom burst
    In a series of dead
    With ? first

    All alone in a hospital bed
    Wondering what we might have done instead

    With a life time
    a life time

    Well we paid our dues and we did our time
    But, please tell me exactly what was our crime
    When I stand, struck by this farthing lie
    I'm losing sight
    I'm losing ties
    I hope you choke
    On all your lies

    My personal opinion on the meaning: A young man feels as thought there is no point to the monotony of everyday life. Seeking glory and respect, he joins the military. When he arrives he learns that it is much worse than he expected, he questions if he is doing the right thing and if he's on the right side. Later in life he has just as many troubles and is haunted by the things he saw. Finally he realizes that it's all politics and people are dying on someone's whim.
    Primevalon June 18, 2009   Link
  • -1
    Lyric Correction100% correct lyrics:

    Well I've made some mistakes
    At least privately in takes
    And here's another one
    And I'd say it'll be okay
    But that's a lie, man I mean hey
    We're all dying... young!
    It's not a wish although it seems
    More like a terrifying dream
    And I'm serious!
    It's either whiskey, or a bong,
    Or a car crash, or a bomb
    I'm serious!
    It's the only thing I think
    When I wake up in my bed
    With my stomach churns
    As these pages turn
    Is the world burnin'
    Is it only in my head?

    On a screen on a tv
    On a scene in front of me
    With all the white noise and the static
    And the static in the screams
    This is war, this is death
    This is real, you better bet
    On the winning side, the winning side,
    The winning side, the winning side

    And I'm sick on the train
    Over Brooklyn in the rain
    All by myself
    When a thought occurs to me
    That all these people wanna be
    Just somewhere... else
    Like every day is just a loss
    Spent arguing with your boss over a coffee break
    Well the same is true for me, I mean, want more dignity
    Or I'm going to... break
    Because the only thing I think
    When he walks out on the screen
    He says, the sky falls
    And your duty calls
    Man, it takes some balls to be...
    So obscene!

    On a screen on a tv
    On a scene in front of me
    With all the white nois and the static
    And the static in the screams
    This is war, this in death
    This is reall, you better bet
    On the winning side, the winning side
    The winning side, the winning side
    The right side, the right side
    Well they shipped you off
    When your parents cry
    And it all falls away so quietly
    When you wake up to reality...

    What reality?
    What's reality? What's reality? What's reality?
    It's a FUCKING BULLET!

    Well I got a brother in Iraq
    I got no way to get him back
    Like all those people in the sands,
    Buried in Afghanistan
    I got a child in a crib
    I got a father in a bib
    I got no pills
    I got no skills
    Got no idea what I did
    I just wonder every second
    Every minute that passes by
    Are we living?
    Are we dreaming?
    Are we winning?
    Will we die?
    In a cloud of dust,
    In a mushroom burst,
    In a series of degradations first?
    Or all alone in a hospital bed?
    Wondering what we
    Might have done instead...
    With a lifetime...
    A lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime
    A lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime
    A lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime
    Well we paid our dues
    And we did our time
    But can you tell me,
    Exactly what was our crime?
    We're not standing still
    For this firing line
    While you decide
    Who lives, who dies.
    I hope you
    CHOKE! ON! ALL! YOUR! LIES!
    XenusParadoxon May 01, 2010   Link

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