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So I'm drinking, breathing, writing, singing. Everyday I'm on the clock. My mind races with all my longings, but can't keep up with what I got. So I hope I don't sound too ungrateful, what history gave modern men. A telephone to talk to strangers, Machine guns and a camera lens. So when you're asked to fight a war that's over nothing, you know it's best to join the side that's gonna win. And no one's sure how all of this got started, but we're gonna make 'em God damn certain how it's gonna end. Well I could have been a famous singer if I had someone else's voice, but failures always sounded better, let's fuck it up, boys, make some noise.