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

Go away, go away, go away Don't come back here anymore Cold hearted girl Don't hurt me like this anymore I'm waiting by outside your door Saying, "Baby, can we talk?" Stupid boy, you keep on begging but I won't let you in You keep on crying but you know