Eyes like scratched film, watching the reel burn
Static prophets scream from a dying tower
They're training blue-eyed men in believer's hours
And the market square is full of mothers' sighs
The newsman's face is wet, he's telling no lies
I feel the clampdown in the gasoline air
A hard rain's gonna fall but doesn't anyone care?

Fascist groove thang, beating on the radio
Famine in the wheatfield, war in the video
Another bed is burning, a right they'll never know
Another soul just debt that the company will owe
Do they owe us a living? The answer's always no

I wanna run. I wanna flee.
My existence is a weight inside of me.
In this world where everything is debris...
I wanna run from the coming sea.
This life's a stone, this life's a gall.
Exit. Exit before the fall.

I read my archangel by the asylum light
A man with soles of wind who vanished in the night
He said "I is another" and he fractured time
Now I's another, watching the last clock chime
The poet laureate of the punk rock prayer
Said the city's in the dust and there's poison in the air
A big yellow taxi took the trees and fled
Leaving just the goddamn parking lot inside my head

This is the eve... the eve of destruction.
This is the five-year warning, the final deduction.
Who's in the bunker? Who's in the bunker?
I have seen too much.
Litany of the lost:
Ash. Cinder. Token. Cost.
Shadow. Echo. All we had, and lost.
Boss. Worker. Broken. Cross.

I wanna run... (run... run...)
My existence... (stone... gall...)
Everything is debris...
Exit.
Exit.
Exit before...

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