The sun came up with no conclusion.
Flowers sleeping in their beds.
This city's cemetery's humming,
I'm wide-awake, it's morning.
I have my drugs, I have my woman.
They keep away my loneliness.
My parents they have their religion,
But sleep in separate 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,
Everyday I'm on the clock.
My mind races with all my longings,
But can't keep up with what I got.
So I hope I don't sound too ungrateful,
What 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 gonna win,
And no one's sure how all of this got started,
But we're gonna make them goddam certain how its gonna end!
Oh ya we will, oh ya we will!
Well, 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!
The sun came up with no conclusion.Flowers sleeping in their beds.
This city's cemetery's humming,
I'm wide-awake, it's morning.
