The Winning Side

It'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! "

Whoops! 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!

Argh! 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!

i think it is "a series of dead when tensions burst"

Here 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.

100% 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!