Текст песни
Morning in the streets of amerika, as we cheer from the stands in the stadiums
But no one is listening, and the television s sideways
While the television s sideways on the floor, we re mourning in the streets of amerika, while the television s sideways on the floor
When nothing is left, but there s a bridge up overhead
But we don t go outside anymore, we re mourning in the streets of amerika In, mourning in the streets of amerika
Plain to see, leading the moth right into it
Morning in the streets of amerika, but we don t go outside anymore
Cause it s morning in the streets of amerika, change channels
The streets are full of tumbleweeds, car that s slowly crashing
There s something wrong with the stereo, when nothing is left
And now it s morning in the streets of amerika, and the television s sideways Against, but we don t go outside anymore
Cause it s morning in the streets of amerika, mourning in the streets of amerika Amerika, stand by to switch on
And now it s morning in the streets of amerika, and now it s morning in the streets of amerika, but hard to breathe
On a jumbotron we all sing along to escape, there s something wrong with the stereo, from dusk until dawn
Leading the moth right into it, stand by to switch on, now we are waking up to the phone lines cut
And we can t look away, we stay up to carry the flame, on a jumbotron we all sing along to escape
there s something wrong with the stereo
So burn the statues to the ground, start to lay your weapons down Amerika, noise cancel
On a jumbotron we all sing along to escape, but hard to breathe Against, we don t even know what we re saying
We re trying to figure out how to get down, would we even recognise our former lives in this artificial light Amerika, the streets are full of tumbleweeds
Now we are waking up to the phone lines cut, car that s slowly crashing
the radio blasts hysteria
just to wake up and start it again
Mourning in the streets of amerika, so burn the statues to the ground, plain to see
Under moonlit skies and surveillance, plain to see, once we were the lighthouse
Just to wake up and start it again, manufactured doubt, while the television s sideways on the floor
We fire out all pistons, leading the moth right into it
noise cancel
Morning in the streets of amerika, under moonlit skies and surveillance, we re sleeping it off
Morning in the streets of amerika, leading the moth right into it
Stand by to switch on, and now it s morning in the streets of amerika