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