Mourning in Amerika

Stand by to switch on
We fire out all pistons
We're singing along
But no one is listening
From dusk until dawn
We stay up to carry the flame
And when it's all said and done
In these alternate endings
When nothing is love
But the stragglers and empties
We're sleeping it off
Just to wake up and start it again

So burn the statues to the ground
Start to lay your weapons down
Bound for glory on this street
But there's a bridge up overhead
Noise cancel, drown the signal out
Change channels, manufactured doubt
When the only thing we'll fight for every day
Is a better seat on a crashing...
Plain to see, but hard to breathe
The streets are full of tumbleweeds

And now it's morning in the streets of Amerika
But we don't go outside anymore
The radio blasts hysteria
While the television's sideways on the floor

Under moonlit skies and surveillance
As we cheer from the stands in the stadiums
On a jumbotron we all sing along to escape
Once we were the lighthouse
To the world's most desperate ships
But what we became was a towering flame
Leading the moth right into it
Now we are waking up to the phone lines cut

'Cause it's morning in the streets of Amerika
And we don't go outside anymore
The radio blasts hysteria
While the television's sideways on the floor

With a teleprompter in our faces
Yeah, we don't even know what we're saying
Car that's slowly crashing
And we can't look away
Parading to the edge of the cliff now
We're trying to figure out how to get down
While the night is fast approaching
Would we even recognize our former lives in this artificial light?

Morning in the streets of Amerika
But we don't go outside anymore
There's something wrong with the stereo
And the television's sideways
We're mourning in the streets of Amerika
Mourning in the streets of Amerika
We're mourning in the streets of Amerika
Mourning in the streets of Amerika