The sun came up with no conclusionsFlowers sleeping in their bedsThe city's cemetery's hummingI'm wide awake, it's morningAnd I have my drugs, I have my womanThey keep away my lonelinessMy parents, they have their religionBut sleep in separate housesI read the body count out of the paperAnd now it's written all over my faceAnd no one ever plans to sleep out in the gutterBut sometimes that's just the most comfortable placeSo I'm singing, drinking, breathing, writingEveryday I'm on the clockMy mind races with all my longingsBut can't keep up with what I gotSo I hope I don't sound too ungratefulWhat history gave modern menA telephone to talk to strangersMachine guns and a camera lensSo when you're asked to fight a war that's over nothingYou know it's best to join the side that's gonna winAnd no one's sure how all of this got startedBut we're gonna make 'em God damn certain how it's gonna endWell I could have been a famous singerIf I had someone else's voiceBut failures always sounded betterLet's fuck it up, boys, make some noiseThe sun came up with no conclusionsFlowers sleeping in their bedsThe city's cemetery's hummingI'm wide awake, it's morning