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Well, I admit to the mistakes, at least privately in takes Here's another one And I say, 'We'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 Because the only thing I think when I wake up in my bed And my stomach churns as these pages turn Is the world burnin', is it only in my head? On the screen, on the TV On the seat in front of me With all the white noise an' the static And the static an' the 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 sittin' in 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 lost bit 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 TV On the seat in front of me With all the white noise an' the static And the static an' the 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 What reality? What's reality? What's reality? What's reality? It's a fucking bang
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, I got no idea what I did I just wonder every second as they wheel the bastards 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 degredations first? Or all alone in a hospital bed Wondering what we might've done instead? With our 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 (a lifetime, a lifetime) But please tell me exactly, what was our crime? (A lifetime, a lifetime) We're not standing still for this firing line (a lifetime, a lifetime) While you decide who lives who dies I hope you choke on all your lies
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