The sun came up with no conclusions
Flowers sleepin in their beds
The city cemetary's hummin
I'm wide awake its morning

I have my drugs I have my women
they keep away my loneliness
My parents, they have their religions
But sleep in seperate houses

I read the body count out of the paper
and now its written all over my face
No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter
Sometimes thats just the most comfortable place

So I'm drinkin, breathin, writin, singin
Every day I'm on the clock
My mind races with all my longings
but can't keep up with what I got

I hope I dont sound too ungratefull
well, history gave modern man
a telephone to talk to strangers
a machine gun and a camera lense

So when you're asked to fight a war thats over nothing
It's best to join the side thats gonna win
No one's sure how all of this got started
But we're gonna make em God damn certain how its gonna end

I' could have been a famous singer
if I had some one else's voice
But failure's always sounded better
Let's fuck it up boys, make some noise!