Text: Strung Out. Blackhawks Over Los Angeles. A War Called Home.

We are the last remains,
we are a bridge over troubled water,
we are the renegades,
we are awake to what's going on

I was the son of a police man
who's father choosed was lost in Vietnam
one nation believed all the tv said
killed Kennedy and screamed "god is dead"

Come sing along with me
a song that can't be wrong
we are the last remains
that carry on

we are the bombs that rain
upon the ones that ?turned to wrong?
we are the oil fields
that'll burn till hope is gone

so raise the flag and prey on everything gone wrong
in CEO we trust and carry on

we are the break down
come on and get down
for every ?? gotta tear this shit down
to write/right a story
a wrong story
to be the ones that'll change direction

cuz i've been asleep too long
and i can't remember how i got so numb
to what's going on

we need no hand grenades
no machine guns to make us strong
we are the every day
they got armies well we've got ours

so sing along with me
we are the beating heart
that pumps the blood through veins that carry me on (cheers, strungout_jam)

so put your flag down
come on and get down
we are the ones that'll tear this shit down
to write a story
a history
without bombs or religious glory

cuz we've been asleep too long
with no real answer to how it got this far

tonight i will not close my eyes
how can we ever sleep again?
how can we ever sleep the same?
how can we ever sleep the same?