Another dead end street
Another casualty
Another wasted night
Where our youth is slipping away
Even Armageddon doesn't know our fuckin names
Nothing, nowhere, never heard
Exiled all the the same
There's nowhere to hide
When the bitter wind blows
Standing on the corner of my private skid row
I've got nothing to lose
So where do we go now?
The dust never settles across the empty fields
Between the cityscapes, the madness that we feel
Turmoil always churning, despair stains the concrete
Odds against tomorrow - the future out of reach