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!
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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!