5 Vs. 7 Lyrics - Singles - Hellacopters

Gone down and out feels like it's sinkin' 

With a sense of direction it comes tumblin' down 

And the sky's gone dark, the streets are stinkin' 

And the howlin' wind comes blowin' through the neon towns 

And on sweepin' over the land 

Yeah, the shit is aiming for the fan 

And 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 deny 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 

And on sweepin' over the land 

Yeah, the shit is aiming for the fan 

And no, there ain't no chosen few 

It's comin' down by the minute 

It's sad but you're in it, too 

Dead set like you had a reason 

I could never walk your way 

My soul been down for treason 

And no, there ain't no chosen few 

It's comin' down by the minute 

It's sad but you're in it too 

Heart's gone black, the sky is fallin' 

Piling up outside the transplantation camp 

Time's up, coyote's calling 

Debris being left as treasures 

For the waiting tramp 

And on sweepin' over the land 

Yeah, the shit is aiming for the fan 

And no, there ain't no chosen few 

It's comin' down by the minute 

It's sad but you're in it, too 

Yeah, 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