Stand by to switch on, we fire on all pistons

We're singing along but no one is listening

From dusk until dawn we stay up to carry the flame



And when it's all said and done in these alternate endings

When nothing is left but the stragglers and empties

We're sleeping it off just to wake up and start it again

So burn the statues to the ground, it's time to lay your weapons down

Bound for glory on this train but there's a bridge out up ahead

Noise cancel, drown the signal out

Change channels, manufacture doubt

When the only thing we'll fight for ever day

Is a better seat on a crashing...

Plain to see but hard to breathe

The streets are full of tumbleweeds



And now it's morning in the streets of amerika

But we don't go outside anymore

The radio blasts hysteria, with a television sideways on the floor



Under moonlit skies and surveillance as we cheer from

The stands in the stadiums on a jumbotron

We all sing along to escape

Once we were the lighthouse to the world's most desperate ships

But what we became was a towering flame

Leading the moth right into it

Now we are waking up to the phone lines cut



Because it's morning in the streets of amerika

And we don't go outside anymore

The radio blasts hysteria, while the television's sideways on the floor



With the teleprompter in our faces

We don't even know what we're saying

A car that's slowly crashing and we can't look away

Parading to the edge of a cliff now and trying to

Figure out how to get down while the night is fast approaching

Will we even recognize our former lives in this artificial light?



Morning in the streets of amerika

And we don't go outside anymore

There's something wrong with the stereo and the television's sideways

We're mourning in the streets of amerika, mourning in the streets of amerika

We're mourning in the streets of amerika, mourning in the streets of amerika