The good life is starving to death The smokestacks are all out of breath And my head's hanging by a thread While the poor play "War" for the living dead
But I'm not on my own There's no one good enough to be alone
The underground is caving in The Kids are choking on their own spit My generation was born controlled I hope I die before I get sold
But I'm not on my own There's no one good enough to be alone I'm not on my own But I keep trying and trying to live over this life With no guide by my side But this heart counting down out of time . . .
This song's for the shipwrecked (Lord knows, I've been wet) For all the kids waiting to be born In broken homes full of empty beds
There's no one good enough to be alone (If love be true: you and you and you and you and you . . .)