Who do I feel sorry for? I see your pretty face, Smashed against the bathroom floor! What a disgrace! Smashed and raped! Not again. this is a real crime. What a pretty face. So, so loud Wait, but I don't realize.

Going down. I'm going down 'Cause you aint around, baby. I'm going down. Time on my hands since you've been away boy I ain't got no plans no, no, no, no. And the sound of the rain, against my windowpain. Is slowly, slowly driving me insane.

So give it all, I give it all, We give it all, This is the reason why I sing, It's these reasons that belong to me Break through the undertow, Your hands I can't seem to find, Pollution burns my tongue, Cough the words I can't speak so I stall myself

Loves lots of money, back's against the wall Now lemme tell ya my story, I got a man-sized predicament And it's a big one, goes like this, yeah My my, ow, yeah! Never had confession, never had a home Never had no worry, until I met Domino Ain't the

Swing life away We get by just fine here on minimum wage I'll show you mine if you show me yours first Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words I won't cross these streets until you

We all wanna break the chains Feel the wind against our face Everybody wants the same thing We wanna taste that freedom (freedom) Everybody 'round here wanna taste that freedom (freedom) That flag on a solider's sleeve All around the world they know what

I will be right here We ride the highs and lows When the smoke clears You'll never be alone Even when your world explodes 'Cause after all the smoke clears "You and I, against the world" That's what you told me An emotional roller coaster, yeah

Confined to pull-out quotes and hotel rooms We've all made petty fortunes but we can't afford a life They all scream California and its toppling empire All we are is entertainment Caught up in our own derangement Tell us what to say and what to do All we

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

From this world All die young? Now when the White flames are burning flags We've been battered so hard that