working class hero 21st Century Breakdown I once was lost but never was found I think I am losing What's left of my mind To the 21st century deadline
has died You're in ruins One, 21 guns Lay down your arms, give up the fight One, 21 guns Throw up your arms into the sky One, 21 guns Lay down your
working class hero 21st century breakdown I once was lost but never was found I think I am losing what's left of my mind To the 20th century deadline
Raise your hands now to testify Your confession will be crucified You're a sacrificial suicide Like a dog that's been sodomized (Stand up!) All the white
Do you know the enemy? Do you know your enemy? Well, gotta know the enemy, wah hey Do you know the enemy? Do you know your enemy? Well, gotta know the
Sing us the song of the century That sings like American eulogy The dawn of my love and conspiracy Forgotten hope and the class of 13 Tell me a story
laughter Songs of yesterday Now live in the underground Life before the lobotomy Christian sang the eulogy Sign my love a lost memory From the end of the century
Hey Gloria, are you standing close to the edge? Look out to the setting sun, the brink of your vision Eternal youth is a landscape of a lie The cracks
I'm not fucking around I think I'm coming out All the deceivers and cheaters I think we've got a bleeder right now Want you to slap me around Want you
I got under the grip between this modern hell I got the rejection letter in the mail, it was already ripped to shreds Seasons in ruin and this bitter
Desperate But not hopeless I feel so useless In the murder city Desperate But not helpless The clock strikes midnight In the murder city I'm wide awake
Well, I've got a fever A non-believer I'm in a state of grace For I am the Caesar I'm gonna seize the day Well, call of the banshee hey hey Hey hey hey
I've got a really bad disease It's got me begging On my hands and knees So take me to emergency 'Cause something seems to be missing Somebody take the
Well I crossed the river Fell into the sea Where the non-believers Go beyond belief Then I scratched the surface In the mouth of hell Running out of
Sing us a song of the century That's louder than bombs and eternity The era of static and contraband Leading us into the Promised Land Tell us a story
She puts her makeup on like graffiti on the walls of the heartland She's got her little book of conspiracies right in her hand She is paranoid like endangered
Can you hear the sound of the static noise Blasting out in stereo? Cater to the class and the paranoid Music to my nervous system Advertising love and
I text a postcard, sent to you Did it go through? Sending all my love to you You are the moonlight of my life every night Giving all my love to you My
