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