The sun came up with no conclusion
Flowers sleeping in their beds
This city´s cemetery´s humming
I´m wide-awake, it´s morning

I have my drugs, I have my woman
They keep away my loneliness
My parents have they have their religion
But sleep in separate houses

I read the body count out of the paper
And now it´s written all over my face
No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter
Sometimes that´s just the most comfortable place

So I´m drinking, breathing, writing, singing
Everyday I´m on the clock
My mind races with all my longings
But cant keep up with what I got

I hope I don´t sound too ungrateful
What history gave modern man
A telephone to talk to strangers
Machine guns and a camera lens

So when you´re asked to fight a war that´s over nothing
It´s best to join the side that´s gonna win
And no one´s sure how all of this got started
But we´re gonna make them goddam certain how its gonna end
Oh ya we will, oh ya we will!

Well I could have been a famous singer
If I had someone else´s voice
But failure´s always sounded better
Lets fuck it up boys, make some noise!

The sun came up with no conclusion
Flowers sleeping in their beds
This city´s cemetery´s humming
I´m wide-awake, it´s morning