I`m the hard luck kid



Throw the bones on the fire



Tear holes through worlds



Makin` change through violence



Who`s really runnin`



The place you call home



Who`ll climg the mountain



Sell their kisses for god`s love







Obsolete factories



On rust ground dying



Formula cancer



America`s crying



Decline beauty



Worship icons



It`s your religion



Do what you are told







From the top of the mountain



Baby we`re fallin` hard down



From the top of the mountain



Baby we`re fallin` hard down







Out in the streets



Throw the books on the fire



Let them eat debt



While they starve on desire



Who`s really runnin` 



The place we call home



It`s your religion



Believe in the gilded throne



From the top of the mountain



All doomed liars fall



From the top of the mountain



To where the people crawl



From the top of the mountain



To the hard ground below



To the ones you`ve forgotten



We`ll dance on your tombs







Walk with me



To the heart of the city



To the purple mountains



Through the nation of death



That steals our future



Programs the child



Makes change through violence



While cries for freedom



It worships control



And speaks of hollow victories



Of the land it stole







From the top of the mountain



Baby we`re fallin` hard down



From the top of the mountain



To where the people crawl



From the top of the mountain



To the hard ground below



To the ones you`ve forgotten



We`ll dance on your tombs