5 vs. 7

Gone down and out feels like it's sinkin'

With a sense of direction it comes tumblin' down

The sky's gone dark - the streets are stinkin'

And the howlin' wind comes blowin'

Thru' the neon towns

It's sweepin' over the land

The shit is aiming for the fan

No there ain't no chosen few

It's comin' 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 feelin'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 comin' down by the minute

It's sad but you're in it too

Hearts gone black the sky is fallin'

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 howlin' wind

Blows hard - the hammer's fallin' again

Ain't no jewels left in your crown

With a sense of direction

It comes tumblin' down