desperate
but not hopeless
I feel so useless
in the murder city
desperate
but not helpless
the clock strikes midnight
in the murder city
I'm a wide awake
after the riot
this demonstration
of our anguish
this empty laugher
has no reason
like a bottle
of our favorite poison
we are the last call
and where so pathetic
christian's crying
in the bathroom
and I just want to
bum a cigarette
we've come so far
we've been so wasted
it's written
all over our faces