What a beautiful way to fake it

This sort of graceful defeat

We found a pattern out on the pavement

Sound the siren out through the streets

Advance in perfect nonchalance

Do it together with a rifle report

Don't marvel at our confidence

It's troubled, bottled, and above-all deformed



Tell me that you wanna stop the war

But baby you can't dance if there's no floor

Motion isn't meaning

It's just another drug

But it's all we've got...



What a way to keep it together

A black box, a prescription for speed

We found a freeway that goes on forever

Drown the demon in the deep black sea

Shield your eyes, it keeps burning to the rhythm of the rifle repeating

Paralyzed, but I gotta keep movin' if I wanna keep breathing



Tell me that you wanna stop the war

But baby you can't dance if there's no floor

Motion isn't meaning

It's just another drug

But it's all we've got...we've got nowhere to go



I'll take the life on the easy ship

Way up on clouds for a moment

I'll take the life on the easy ship

We are the gods!