Lyrics:

Coming in,
coming in,
kill the radio silence.
Break down in L.A.
Giving up,
giving in,
to a feeling of violence.
There's hell to pay.

So, let's light another match,
stop living in the past,
where nobody can hear me now.

Blow the lock off the cage,
watch the children come of age,
when their parents stop to take a bow.

Nothing takes root in this barren soil.
Nothing takes root in this barren soil.
Maybe there's no one there at all.

Hold on,
the worst is yet to come.
Save your,
money for hired guns.
Hold strong,
when everything you loved is gone.
Slow down,
and stop living in the shadow of a helicopter.

Line 'em up,
on the wall,
coming out with their hands up.
Give 'em all the chair.
Let it burn,
let it fall,
let the end of the world come.
Who's left to care?

Nothing takes root in this barren soil.
Nothing takes root, though they bend and toil.
Maybe there's no one there at all.

Hold on,
the worst is yet to come.
Save your,
money for hired guns.
Hold strong,
when everything you loved is gone.
Slow down,
and stop living in the shadow of a helicopter.

Hold on,
the worst is yet to come.
Save your,
money for hired guns.
Hold strong,
when everything you loved is gone.
Slow down,
and stop living in the shadow of a helicopter.

Stop living in the shadow of a helicopter