Turn your lights a little brighter
Strange sermon lies ahead
Trick of lights - the shades are whiter
New numbers - but the same old traits
Same old treadmill ever after
Crash landing - go go bad
Stranger findings - silent laughter
Scorched postcards from their well
That's the way they go
That's the way they're leaving what was whole
That's the way they go
That's the way they're leaving all those holes
Sink holes in trusted waters
New magic is in the play
Ride the waves or ride the lightning
Grab your gold - it's a brand new day
As the clockwork moving faster
Will the meltdown be the last
I'm wrapping the world around my lies
Tracking lights - the shades are whiter
New numbers but the same old traits
Sitting tight waiting for your payday
That's the way these games are played
That's the way they go
That's the way they're leaving what was home
High road will save us!
The high road is not that crowded
Take a turn - turn south
They say that 'ignorance is bliss'
But all I see is lost transmissions
Look at you; that stupid grin
Looking down - with tails spinning
Lock it up - you can't get in
I bet my life that you cannot win it
You! You're the heart of America!
Dow Dow Dow
You! You're the heart of America!
It's raining while you're waiting
It's raining while you're waiting ... You! You're the heart of America
High road will save us
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