the sun came up with no conclusions
flowers sleeping in their beds
the city's cemetaries 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 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 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 lense

so when youre asked to fight a war that's over nothing
it's best to join the side that's gonna win
and no one knows how all of this started
but we're gonna make them certain how it's gonna end
oh yeah 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 conclusions
flowers sleeping in their beds
the city's cemetaries humming
i'm wide awake, it's morning