The sun came up with no conclusions Flowers sleepin' in their beds The city cemetary's hummin' I'm wide awake, its mornin' I have my drugs, I have my woman they keep away my loneliness My parents, 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 thats just the most comfortable place So I'm drinkin', breathin', writin', singin' Every day I'm on the clock My mind races with all my longings But can't keep up with what I got And so I hope I dont 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 thats over nothin' Its best to join the side thats gonna win No one's sure how all of this got started But we're gonna make 'em God damn certain how its gonna end Oh yeah we will, oh yeah we will! Well I could have been a famous singer If I had some one else's voice But failures always sounded better Let's fuck it up boys, make some noise! The sun came up with no conclusions Flowers sleepin' in their beds The city cemetary's hummin' I'm wide awake, its mornin'!
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