The Dead City

There's a strange cloud over the city

it casts a shadow

cold and black like a cemetary

this ground is hallowed

in the land of a lost god

in the land of a lost cause

the dead city

washington

the world looks to you

washington

the dead city

column's stand tall like roman temples

the mall is emptied

warnings sound of unknown rebels

peace but a memory

in the land of lost god

in the land of lost cause

the dead city

in the land of the lost

yeah, we'll bury the cross

america

this is my home

we do what we have to

living in a

dead city