the car's 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 blowes

the goverment is corrupt
and we're 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 on the top of their poles

it went like this:

the buildings tumbled in on themselves
mothers clutching babies, picked through the rubble
and pulled out their hair

the skyline was beautiful on fire
all twisted metal stretching upwards
everything washed in a thin orange haze

I said kiss me you're beautiful
these are truly the last days

you grabbed my hand and we fell into it
like a daydream, or a fever