And the days come when we no longer feel
There'll be war in our cities
And riots at the mall
There'll be blood on our doorsteps
And panics at the ball
All our cities gonna burn
All our bridges gonna crack
All our pennies gonna rot
There'll be mud across our tracks
All our children gonna die
All our children gonna die
All our children gonna die
All our children gonna die
Then the west will rise again
The west will rise again
So good night vain children
Tonight is yours
The lights are yours
If you'd just ask for more
Than poverty and war
If you'd just ask for more
What we loved was not enough
What we loved was not enough
What we loved was not enough
What we loved was not enough
But kiss it quick and rise again