Clockwork

Oh what to do, what to do when a city had run amuck (run amuck) Can't tell the surviving from the dying Can't tell the corrupt from the pure

The gutters are full of blood From the sex, scum, politics, and whores Like a beaten child this city whimpers Backed into a corner with no one to save it

But there are still few who believe In blocking the hands that bleeds That bleed this city dry Suck it up for the ones that deserve to be alive Suck it up for the ones that deserve to be alive

Justice is coming to all of us No matter what the fuck we do

This is not a conquest of men But of the evils that beset them

It's all so confusing, but yet so simple The American dream is condemned And we're all going down And we're all going down

The gutters are full of blood From the sex, scum, politics and whores Like a beaten child this city whimpers

But there are still few who believe In blocking the hand that bleeds That bleeds this dry Suck it up for the ones that deserve to be alive Suck it up for the ones that deserve to be alive Be alive

Judgement will come not with a gavel But with a nuclear blast Judgement will come not with a gavel But with a nuclear blast This utopia was built on horror This utopia was built on horror This utopia was built on horror This utopia was built on horror

It's all so confusing, but yet so simple The American dream is condemned And we're all going down And we're all going down