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 blows 
The government 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 at 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 

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down 
For sure it’s the valley of death 

I open up my wallet 
And it’s full of blood