Stand by to switch on, we fire on all pistons

We're singing along but no one is listening

From dusk until dawn we stay up to carry the flame

And when it's all said and done in these alternate endings

When nothing is left but the stragglers and empties

We're sleeping it off just to wake up and start it again.

So burn the statues to the ground

It's time to lay your weapons down

Bound for glory on this train

But there's a bridge out up ahead

Noise cancel, drown the signal out

Change channels, manufacture doubt

When the only thing we'll fight for every day

Is a better seat on a crashing...

Plain to see but hard to breathe

The streets are full of tumbleweeds.

And now it's morning in the streets of amerika

But we don't go outside anymore

The radio blasts hysteria

With a television sideways on the floor.

Under moonlit skies and surveillance

As we cheer from the stands in the stadiums

On a jumbotron we all sing along to escape.

Once we were the lighthouse

To the world's most desperate ships

But what we became was a towering flame

Leading the moth right into it

Now we are waking up to the phone lines cut.

Because it's morning in the streets of amerika

And we don't go outside anymore

The radio blasts hysteria

While the television's sideways on the floor.

With the teleprompter in our faces

We don't even know what we're saying

A car that's slowly crashing and we can't look away

Parading to the edge of a cliff now

We're trying to figure out how to get down

While the night is fast approaching.

Will we even recognize our former lives in this artificial light?

Morning in the streets of amerika

And we don't go outside anymore

There's something wrong with the stereo

And the television's sideways.

We're mourning in the streets of amerika

Mourning in the streets of amerika

We're mourning in the streets of amerika

Mourning in the streets of amerika.