a cold cold night, brings my head back to life a cigarette was burning on the night that she died. hold a little candle incase you wanna burn it all down street lights shining in the face of the kids i didn’t wanna go, no i just wanna get rid of all the petty problems going on this dead dead town
hold up your arms baby hold up your guns hold on to everything cause we gotta run, let’s run. stare at the sun baby, stare at yourself stare at the lights cause we’re running like hell.
beer bottles breaking in the dead of the night a conversations leaning to the left and the right the blues and the reds always bashing each other around i was thinking way back to an easier time when everything was perfect if it just had a rhyme but now its about all the sex and the drugs and the booze .
we’ve got a choice baby, we’ve got a right we’ve gotta choose whether we want the day or night. we’ve got to stay baby, we’ve gotta go we’ve got find a place that they don’t know.
the kids are the future, the kids hold the key they’re gonna ruin everything for you and for me. their apathy is gonna be death of us. televisions stations, media trends i don’t think there’s ever gonna be an end to the good war pumping through your living rooms.