Stand by to switch on We fire out 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 love 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 Start to lay your weapons down Bound for glory on this street But there's a bridge up overhead Noise cancel, drown the signal out Change channels, manufactured 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 stadiums On a jumbotron 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 a 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 the cliff now 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 But 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