Wash the dried blood from these strings So I can close this one pristine Ohh, now let me summarize the theme On the platform a guitar case hiding old rhymes A pillow for one more assassin killing time But wanting more than bouncing back and forth on jersey transit lines He strums a chord so that the bored commuter throng ..Can hear his song
Ohh, these bastards drove the world to dystopian hell And we're just waiting for the next train The newsstands never offer the obvious news That our carnage is coming back our way
So I will fill up each lung with napalm and nitrogen because I'm ready to march up to the battlefields today And my tongue will be the flame That torches their campaign Oh yes, it will be one great afternoon Hell yes, it will be one great afternoon When my words can pacify a whole platoon
We've all gone insane Riding on this runaway train Hurtling us towards a dark, dark age Where war and famine rage without end until we all are gone The smell of fresh-cut lawns Mixing with fear that's where denial breeds Because the suffering isn't out on their own street That's where I - freak out! I'm right in their faces and I - scream out!
We cannot sustain this, our future is on the line And we must fight to survive And I'll shout this as I ride Like revere on the masspike And I'll find out what my voice can do