Well I made some mistakes and at least privately it takes   And here's another one   And I said "it would be okay"   But that's a lie, man   I mean,    "Hey, we're all dying.. young"   Now it's all reality.. but it's more like a terrifying dream    And I'm serious   It's either whiskey, or a bong, or a car crash or a bomb   I'm serious   It's the only thing I think    When I wake up in my bed   With my stomach churns   As these pages turn    Is the world's burnin'   Or is it only in my head??      On a screen on a tv   On a scene in front of me   With all the white woods n the static    And the static n screams   This is war, this is death, this is really very bad   On the winning side, the winning side, the winning side   The winning side      And I'm sick of the train    Over Brooklyn in the rain   All by myself   When it finally occurs to me..   That all these people wanna be just some where.. else   Like every day is just the last bit    To argue with your boss over a coffee break   Well it seems to me, I mean.. want more dignity    Or I'm going to.. break   Because the only thing I think    When he walks out on the street   He says the sky falls   And you're duty calls man   It takes some balls to be   So I'll see      On a screen on a tv   On a scene in front of me   With all the white woods n the static    And the static n screams   This is war, this in death. this is really very bad   On the winning side, the winning side,    The winning side, the winning side   The right side, the right side   Oh the shit you watch   While your parents cry   And it all falls away so quietly   When you wake up to reality..      A Reality??   What's reality?? What's reality?? What's reality??   You Don't Fucking Break!!      Well I got a brother in Iraq   I got no way to get him back   Like all those people in the sands,    Buried in Afghanastan    I got a child in a crib   I got a father in a bed   I got no pills    I got no skittles    I know I do what I did   I just wondered every second   As they wheel those bastards by   Are we living??    Are we dreaming??   Are we winning??    Or were we dying   In a cloud of dust   In a mushroom burst   In a series of deaths   As the agents burst??      All alone in a hospital bed   Wondering what we might of done instead..   With a lifetime..   A lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime   A lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime   A lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime   With a good fucking attitude,   Yeah we did our job   But can you tell me exactly what was our job?   Well I'm still stuck..    With this body of mine   Well were you inside   When a militant died??   I hope you choke!!   I.. Own.. Your.. Life!!