the sun came up with no conclusion
flowers sleeping in their beds
city cemetery humming
i'm wide awake it's morning
i have my drugs, i have my woman
to keep away my lonliness
my parrents they have their religeon
but sleep in different houses

and i read the body count out of the paper
and now it's written all over my face
see 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
and so i hope i don't sound to ungrateful
what history gave modern man
a telaphone to talk to strangers
machine guns and a camera lens

so when you're asked to start 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 goddamned sure
of how it's going to end

well i could have been a famous singer
if i had someone elses voice
but failure's always soded better
let's fuck it up, boys, make some noise

the sun came up...