I stuck my head out from the clouds   to find theyre re-defining me   the salted ground becomes the taste   of this prosthetic luxury   listen to the sound as this old engine turns around   and blows its black smoke in my face      That gives you something to think about   before you turn that rigger on yourself   or turn to silence all their cries   and I dont even want to stay   I dont think I heard anyone say   STOP      STOP thinking that youre so tired   STOP theres still so much more time   STOP we belong in the right and   we wont STOP      and when the blue dulls into grey   and disaffected walk in lines   the street lights need to be repaired   because they never seem to shine   then gone without a trace this aging neighborhoods erased   somehow the bank on the corner survived      That gives you something to think about   before you turn that rigger on yourself   or turn to silence all their cries   and I dont even want to stay   I dont think I heard anyone say   STOP       STOP thinking that youre so tired   STOP theres still so much more time   STOP we belong in the right and   we wont STOP      That gives me something to think about    That gives me something to think about    That gives me something to think about