Midnight In America - Modern Life Is War

I sit on my roof and I smoke

Stare across the street at the funeral home

And drive out past the factories on the gravel roads where it gets so dark

And I can see all the stars and I feel so small 'round midnight

The paper says the whole world is on fire.

But this street is quiet

The paper says the whole world is on fire.

But this street is quiet…

And the silence is the violence of sex and dying in the middle classes

The silence is the violence of sex and dying in the lower classes

The silence is the violence of sex and dying in the upper classes

My love overflows.

My skull overflows.

But my heart never breaks

We pray for petty things in our petty lives as if god has the time

There is a reason we feel so small when we’ve lost our reason to thrive

Everyone is fucked.

Everyone is damned.

But no one will open their eyes

Have you ever heard a joke like this before?

I raise a toast to a genius god

I live in a big house with all of my friends.

I sing these stupid songs

I roam all these highways.

I hope it never ends

And when I think about it all it’s almost too much to bear

It’s hell and it opens your eyes

When I think about it all it’s almost too much to bear

It’s heaven and it opens your eyes