The sun came up with no conclusions Flowers sleeping in their beds The city cemetery's humming I'm wide awake, it's morning
I have my drugs, I have my women They keep away my loneliness My parents, they have their religions But sleep in seperate houses
I read the body count out of the paper And now it's written all over my face No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter Sometimes that's just the most comfortable place
So I'm drinking, breathing, writing, singing Every day I'm on the clock My mind races with all my longings But can't keep up with what I got
I hope I don't sound too ungratefull Well, history gave modern man A telephone to talk to strangers Machine guns and a camera lens
So when you're asked to fight a war that's over nothing It's best to join the side that's going to win No one's sure how all of this got started But we're going to make them goddamn certain how it's gonna end (Oh yeah we will, oh yeah, we will!)
I could have been a famous singer If I had someone else's voice But failure's always sounded better Let's fuck it up boys, make some noise!