Mourning In Amerika

Stand by to switch on, we fire on all pistons
 We're singing along but no one is listening
 From dusk until dawn we stay up to carry the flame
 And when it's all said and done in these alternate endings
 When nothing is left but the stragglers and empties
 We're sleeping it off just to wake up and start it again
 So burn the statues to the ground, it's time to lay your weapons down
 Bound for glory on this train, but there's a bridge out up ahead
 Noise canceled, drown the signal out
 Change channels, manufacture doubt
 When the only thing we'll fight for every day
 Is a better seat on a crashing
 Plain to see but hard to breathe
 The streets are full of tumbleweeds
 And now it's morning in the streets of Amerika
 But we don't go outside anymore
 The radio blasts hysteria
 While the television's sideways on the floor
 Under moonlit skies and surveillance
 As we cheer from the stands in the stadium
 On a jumbo tron we all sing along to escape
 Once we were the lighthouse to the world's most desperate ships
 But what we became was a towering flame
 Leading the moth right into it
 Now we are waking up to the phone lines cut
 'Cause it's morning in the streets of Amerika
 And we don't go outside anymore
 The radio blasts hysteria
 While the television's sideways on the floor
 With the teleprompter in our faces
 Yeah, we don't even know what we're saying
 Car that's slowly crashing and we can't look away
 Parading to the edge of a cliff now and trying to
 We're trying to figure out how to get down
 While the night is fast approaching
 Would we even recognize our former lives in this artificial light?
 Morning in the streets of Amerika
 And we don't go outside anymore
 There's something wrong with the stereo
 And the television's sideways
 We're mourning in the streets of Amerika
 Mourning in the streets of Amerika
 We're mourning in the streets of Amerika
 Mourning in the streets of Amerika