5 Vs. 7

(álbum: Grande Rock - 1999)

Gone down and out feels like it's sinking
With a sense of direction it comes tumbling down
The sky's gone dark the streets are stinking
And the howling wind comes blowing
Thru' the neon towns

It's sweeping over the land
The shit is aiming for the fan
No there ain't no chosen few
It's coming down by the minute
It's sad but you're in it too

You play along but can't hide the pressure
Side by side with fools you're feeling like a king
You're just a pawn moved around in a massive tester
But you play your part real well so you
Don't feel a thing

Dead set like you had a reason
I could never walk your way
My soul be down for treason
No there ain't no chosen few
It's coming down by the minute
It's sad but you're in it too

Hearts gone black the sky is falling
Piling up outside the transplantion camp
Time's up coyote's calling
Debris being left as treasures
For the waiting tramp

The street's a mess and the howling wind
Blows hard the hammer's falling again
Ain't no jewels left in your crown
With a sense of direction
It comes tumbling down