Airplanes cut through the clouds Like angels can fly, we'll never die Sirens cut through the night Like screams that are fire, rising up high Like I've something to prove, nothing to lose In this city, in this city oh Most of my life

And on the furthest day when you lay down Discard your disarray and your rusted crown And face the wretched image of you and I No trust in what you say, you are a dead poison seed Stronger when you are away, you have nothing that I need The rhyme has

How do you like me now Now that I'm on my way Do you still think I'm crazy standing here today I couldn't make you love me But I always dreamed about living in your radio How do you like me now?! I was always the crazy one Who broke into the stadium And

The other side of the platinum door Another day in quicksand Still feel close to nowhere I hope this is the right way How come you see me as an enemy? We just think in different words I see beauty in dead flowers I let the tide show me what`s next But

They doin' the mess around, Everybody doin' the mess around They doin' the mess around Ah, you can talk about the pit, barbecue The band was jumpin', the people too Ah, mess around Ah, everybody was juiced, you can, bet your soul They did the

Weave us of mist Hide us in shadows You know that the fog is here omnipresent A secular haze You know that his son is near omnipotent Come mist eternal When the diseaser sees no cure When the intents remain obscure

Gotta leave my candlelight burning If it goes out, I will lose it Burn, burn, burn, burn And I've been getting tired of these letters I see you writing on the walls And I've been walking though my own disaster Thinking it's time to move on I don't wanna

Okay now, why you wanna go and do that, do that? Sometimes I say that I'm the best, I guess I had to prove that You know I had to cop that mansion on the hill and pull that You know I don't rely on 8 balls, no, I never pulled that You know I always like

I don't know how it happened And your latest trick It all took place so quick But all I can do is hand it to you All the late night bargains have been struck Between the satin beaus and their belles And prehistoric garbage trucks Have the city to

Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones. In the event of something happening to me, There is something I would like you all to see. It's just a photograph