Help is on the way (They said they said) Help is on the way You can't take that from me Just go ahead and try One by land, two by sea, right there in front of me They never came I have my mother's dreams I have my father's eyes

(Ooh, make me bad and I don't know) But that's what I like about ya (Ooh) That's what I like about ya (Ooh) Yeah, that's what I like about ya Yeah, that's what I like about ya I tried to fight against it, shut out what all my friends said I keep letting

I went down to the station I leaned against the door She rides on eastern You on the train You know I know the Empire State Any time I hear her blow Then I ask the depot agent Let me ride, let me ride the blind Oh depot agent

They laughed at me wanting you But oh, you came through The odds were a hundred to one against me The world thought the heights were too high to climb But people from missouri never incensed me Oh, I wasn't a bit concerned For from hist'ry I had learned

Are we not good enough? Are we not brave enough? Or is it all a dream? Is the violence in our nature Just the image of our maker? To become something greater Than the violence in our nature? Are we not good, good enough? Dancing on the crumbling precipice

But we don't go outside anymore The radio blasts hysteria While the television's sideways on the floor We're mourning in the streets of Amerika Mourning in the streets of Amerika Stand by to switch on We fire out all pistons We're singing along But no

If all these words you speak of meant a thing I'd take back all the lines against you that I sing But I know that there's nothing real inside Your heart's invested in feeding everyone lies I've seen so many of you come and go, That's 'cause your in it

Well I won't be caught living in a dead end job While praying to my government guns and gods Now it's us against them We're here to represent To spit right in the face of the establishment. And now I don't believe (ain't got no faith in nothing) Stand on

Are we not good enough? Are we not brave enough? Or is it all a dream? Is the violence in our nature Just the image of our maker? To become something greater Than the violence in our nature? Are we not good, good enough? Dancing on the crumbling precipice

Do you still believe in all the things That you stood by before? I hope they're on the front lines Or at home keeping score Do you care to be the layer of the bricks that seal your fate Or would you rather be the architect Of what we might create? Are