Lyrics The Winning Side - The Airborne Toxic Event

The Winning Side

Well I admit to the mistakes
At least privately in takes
Here’s another one
And I say «we'll be okay»
But that’s a lie, man
I mean, hey,
We’re all dying.
young
It’s not a wish although it seems more like a terrifying dream
And I’m serious!
It’s either whiskey, or a bong, or a car crash, or a bomb
I’m serious!
Because the only thing I think
When I wake up in my bed
And my stomach churns,
As these pages turn,
Is the world burnin'
Is it only.
in my head?
On the screen on the tv
On the seat in front of me
With all the white noise 'n the static
And the static 'n the screams
This is war, this is death, this has really been a bet
On the winning side, the winning side,
The winning side, the winning side
And I’m sittin' in the train
Over Brooklyn in the rain
All by myself
When a thought occurs to me.
That all these people wanna be
Just somewhere.
else
Like every day is just a lost bit
Arguing with your boss over a coffee break
Well the same is true for me, I mean one more indignity
And I’m going to.
break
Because the only thing I think
When he walks out on the screen
He says, «The sky falls
And your duty calls», man,
It takes some balls to be
So obscene.
On the screen on the tv
On the seat in front of me
With all the white noise 'n the static
And the static 'n the screams
This is war, this in death, this has really been a bet
On the winning side, the winning side
The winning side, the winning side
The right side, the right side
Well they shipped you off
And your parents cried.
It all falls away so quietly
When you wake up to reality.
What Reality?
What’s reality?
What’s reality?
What’s reality?
IT’S A FUCKING BANG!
I got a brother in Iraq
I got no way to get him back
Like all those people in the sands,
Buried in Afghanistan
I got a child in a crib
I got a father in a bib
I got no pills
I got no skills
I got no idea what I did
I just wonder every second
As they wheel the bastards by
Are we living?
Are we dreaming?
Are we winning?
Will we die
In a cloud of dust,
In a mushroom burst,
In a series of degredations first?
Or all alone in a hospital bed,
Wondering what we might of done instead.
With our lifetime.
A lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime
A lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime
A lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime
Well we paid our dues,
And we did our time,
But please tell me exactly
What was our crime?
We’re not standing still
For this firing line
While you decide
Who lives who dies
I hope you Choke.
On.
All.
Your.
Lies