good mourning america    the holy roman empire    we sleepwalk through the last days blind    of all we could be and all we've left behind    good mourning america    pulseing like a great tumor    turn your hearts and cry out to god    the last helecopter out of saigon       soul coughing spirit body coughing blood    in a slow and heavy holocaust of the heart    under dollar bills and riot sheilds    the machine exhales       you will get what you deserve       soul coughing spirit body coughing blood    in a slow and heavy holocaust of the heart    the government angels calm    like six thousand nuclear bombs       we're just ghost dancing    in a dying dream