There's a strange cloud over the city 

it casts a shadow 

cold and black like a cemetary 

this ground is hallowed 



in the land of a lost god 

in the land of a lost cause 



the dead city 

washington 

the world looks to you 

washington 

the dead city 



column's stand tall like roman temples 

the mall is emptied 

warnings sound of unknown rebels 

peace but a memory 



in the land of lost god 

in the land of lost cause 



the dead city 



in the land of the lost 

yeah, we'll bury the cross 

america 

this is my home 

we do what we have to 



living in a 

dead city