When your radar tower's on the ground   And the dots on the screen have no meaning at all   Try to guide myself by sight and sound   But my location seems wrong   So show me a place where something's right      Black smoke beating from miles of steel   Like cast iron ornaments upon the hillside   Like casks of solid oak, the whiskey starts to age   So take another drink my friend      Like a satellite waiting for the judgment day   Take another drink like a satellite   And hold it in waiting for the judgment day      When you walk along a desert shore   'Til the soles of your feet are not there anymore   Would you drop yourself down a ways   For the savior to come   And steal your minds away      Black smoke was beating from miles of steel   Dotting the hillsides of the miracle mile   Looking up into the sky   Points of light that go rushing by      We're just sitting on our hands   Like a satellite waiting for the judgment day   Waiting for the judgment day   Flat on our backs, holding it in   We're just waiting for you   And waiting for the judgment day      Flat on our backs, holding it in   We're just waiting for you   And waiting for the judgment day      Hey, the jokes on us   Rogue dreams reduced to snuff   Lots of talking on the left speaker than the right   Sid down