The battles inside us
between the needs and the wants
and i fear the losers won.
Outcasts and insiders
we all feed on the city blood
and we'll laugh when it dies
"Is less, more?'
well more or less
you can have a second guess
"but i dont want to test
when the floor is unstable"
So get up on the tables and sing
We're waiting for the guns now
and we wanna piece of this war
We hear its where the funs at
when it aint outside my door
I dont care where the cross is at
on this here voting form
Hope's fading like a sun tan
that we'll ever stop needing
i'll ever stop needing more.
When the best things in life
are no longer free
and the soul stocks have run dry
when there's a price
on the love you have for me
will you pay to watch me cry?
So are the blessed, poor?
The moral is your can take all that is his
if you just make a fist
from the floors to the ceiling
lets celebrate a beating and sing
We're waiting for the guns now
and we wanna piece of this war
we hear its where the funs at
when it aint outside my door
I dont care where the cross is at
on this here voting form
hopes fading like a suntan
that we'll ever stop needing
i'll never stop needing more.
Peace aint coming now
the police will bring a row
and im just not sure how
that i'lll keep fighting fire
with dancing and grinning
and burning a living
out of the fire comes,
out of the fire runs love
of gold bars, bright stars
crows bars on night glass
we want yours and
you'll take ours
it aint fair
But we're all criminals here
