this is where your head hits the pavement   this is where your money's spent   the public display of blood rushing   and the passenger seat vacates immediately      [we stand. we're restless. we're slated for the viewing   we stand on the blackened pavement, blood is spewing]      someone call 911      this is where your head hits the pavement   this is where your money's spent   your heroes are gone--you're all left alone   and now it's time to take the blood flowing   call a doctor!   we've got a problem here.      [we stand, on the edge of the road, praying for the end   we know this is how we live, and now it's our dying]      we could never go home after this, now way, we're way past that   no way, it never rains at home, in this world where we're alone      this is when your head hits the dirt, white light coming from the edge of the bed   help us, help us   please god   [i'm blind]