(Hidden Track) I'd fall out of the car given the chance. Its not 1 in a million, more 1 out of 5. You can cut me down, give it a chance. Cut me down
This picture frame crashes to the ground, onto photographs spread across the floor. These ceiling tiles keep coming down. This buildings got to fall.
There I stand, once again. Im all alone. There I stand, once again. There is no place for me to call a home. Ive got feelings of desperation, day after
Sent from news rooms, straight to television sets, to show you what is wrong. Catch this bullet with my face. Now were making such a mess. Were so organized
Eyes shot darts across the room, for cement filled feet holding to the ground. A fight in red sheets. The air grows heavy to the sound of our The rhythm
Qu'ont-ils fait a ma ville ? Ils l'ont desheritee, tu vois. Ils ont ferme l'usine, ont range les bateaux Pendant qu'on n'y etait pas. Qu'ont-ils fait