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 Well, I admit to the mistakes, at least privately in takesHere'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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