Bad Stuff

Last ditch effort to communicate And if you hear my voice then it might not be too late You feel my heart, then we're tied by fate Well, come on, come on, you can't understand it The battle city on a Friday night, all right The lonely people don't know that we're alive Well, the city swears that it never lies So come on, come on, hopeful romantics The streets are dark and all the buildings burned They were the only sign that we'd lived on this earth They only fought 'cause they never learned How to love like the spirit is faded Their minds are sick and empty eyes are red, oh yeah Their hearts are heavy and their hopes are all dead The fever grows and the concrete spreads Come on, don't look away Hey, hey, hey There'll come a time when they listen There'll come a time when they listen, ah, ah There'll come a time when they listen There'll come a time when it's different, oh (Da-da-da, di-da) There'll come a time when it's different But not today A time when it's different, oh (Da-da-da, di-da) There'll come a time when it's different But not today A day when it's different, oh (Da-da-da, di-da) There'll come a time when it's different But not today Well, not 'til we'll run and stop (Da-da-da, di-da) There'll come a time when it's different But not today Well, not 'til we'll run and stop (Da-da-da, di-da) Last ditch effort to communicate If you hear my voice then it might not be too late If you feel my heart then we're tied by fate Can you see our hearts leavin'? SOS, there's no end in sight Good, free people, lock your visions up at night Your sons are dead, now prepare to fight Well, there's no consolation