Lyrics The Airborne Toxic Event

The Airborne Toxic Event

The Winning Side

Well I made some mistakes

At least privately it takes

And here's another one

And I said "it would be okay"

"But that's a lie, man"

I mean...

"Hey we're all dying... Young!"

Now it's all reality...

But it's more like a terrifying dream

And I'm serious!

It's either whiskey, or a bong,

Or a car crash, or a bomb

I'm serious!

It's the only thing I think

When I wake up in my bed

With my stomach churns

As these pages turn

Is the world burnin'

Or is it only in my head?

On a screen on a tv

On a scene in front of me

With all the white woods n the static

And the static n the screams

This is war, this is death

This is really very bad

On the winning side, the winning side,

The winning side, the winning side

And I'm sick of the train

Over Brooklyn in the rain

All by myself

When it finally occurs to me

That all these people wanna be

Just some where... else

Like every day is just the last bit

To argue with your boss over a coffee break

Well it seems to me, I mean, want more dignity

Or I'm going to... break

Because the only thing I think

When he walks out on the street

He says, the sky falls

And you're duty calls man,

It takes some balls to be...

So I'll see

On a screen on a tv

On a scene in front of me

With all the white woods n the static

And the static n the screams

This is war, this in death

This is really very bad

On the winning side, the winning side

The winning side, the winning side

The right side, the right side

Oh the shit you watch

When your parents cry

And it all falls away so quietly

When you wake up to reality...

A Reality?

What's reality? What's reality? What's reality?

You Don't Fucking Break!

Well I got a brother in Iraq

I got no way to get him back

Like all those people in the sands,

Buried in Afghanastan

I got a child in a crib

I got a father in a bed

I got no pills

I got no skittles

I know I do what I did

I just wonder every second

As they wheel the bastards by

Are we living?

Are we dreaming?

Are we winning?

Were we dying?

In a cloud of dust,

In a mushroom burst,

In a series of deaths,

As the agents burst?

Or all alone in a hospital bed?

Wondering what we

Might of done instead...

With a lifetime...

A lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime

A lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime

A lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime

With a good attitude,

Yeah we did our job

But can you tell me,

Exactly what was our job?

Well I'm still stuck

With this body of mine

Well, were you inside

When a militant died?

I hope you choke!

I... Own... Your... Life!