When the world wants right and wrong. Could you break me the news. If I asked you to lie. Would you tell me the truth. . In this darkest hour. A brave face will break soon.
You're on the wild side,. You're out wind and free. A lot's wrong in this darkness. You're the sight that's always seen. I don't worry for what comes around.
Who'll work the assembly line?. Who'll pull the freight on time?. Who'll work the all night haul?. Who'll explain it all when the wheels don't move?. .
A mobile means to make the time. A whirlwind half mast the senses. . Shaking your own brand of rhyme. Shaking your own brand of rhyme. . On wide avenues the air moves the sound.
Still breaking through, still breaking, breaking through, still. The dogs have drowned, stealing young. Slow motion highway, dreams of dust. 80s and hearts are burning through.