The cars on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel.
And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides.
And a dark wind blows.
The government is corrupt,
and we’re all on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn.
We’re trapped in the belly of this horrible machine,
and the machine is bleeding to death.
The sun has fallen down, and the billboards are all leering.
And the flags are all dead, at the top of their poles.
The cars on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel.
And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides.
And a dark wind blows.
The government is corrupt,
and we’re all on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn.
We’re trapped in the belly of this horrible machine,
and the machine is bleeding to death.
The sun has fallen down, and the billboards are all leering.
And the flags are all dead, at the top of their poles.
It went like this…
This is the second time I’ve felt it prudent to link to this song today… seems the spinning 'round the edge of The Abyss™ is especially evident today.