Smoke & Trash

That's where I hide out
Since all the years I'm coming here
When all the glass breaks
When big black clouds are coming down
It's where I trade it
Where all the sales are taking place
Despite the rumours
We're not that far from turning

There will be war
No right or wrong
Get in your car
There's nothing we can do, babe

I took it slow once
But now the pace is going up
There's too much pressure
But only just so little chance
To get some healing
And leave the smoke and trash behind
Become the other
Maintain a steady line

There will be war
No right or wrong
Get in your car
There's nothing we can do, babe

There will be war
No right or wrong
Get in your car
There's nothing we can do
There will be war
No right or wrong
Get in your car
There's nothing we can do, babe
Nor do we care
There's nothing we can do, babe
Nor do we care
There's nothing we can do, babe
Nor do we care
There's nothing we can do, babe
Nor do we care