the car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel
and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely 
suicides
and a dark wind blows 
the government is corrupt
and we're on so many drugs
with the radio on and the curtains drawn 

we're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
and the machine is bleeding to death 

the sun has fallen down
and the billboards are all leering
and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles 

it went like this: 

mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble
and pulled out their hair 

the skyline was beautiful on fire
all twisted metal stretching upwards
everything washed in a thin orange haze 

i said: "kiss me, you're beautiful -
these are truly the last days" 

you grabbed my hand and we fell into it
like a daydream or a fever 

we woke up one morning and fell a little further down -
for sure it's the valley of death 

i open up my wallet
and it's full of blood