MH 4.18.2011

Coming in, coming in, kill the radio silence Break down in L.A Giving up, giving in, to a feeling of violence There`s hell to pay So let`s light another match, stop living in the past when nobody can hear me down Blow the lock off the cage watch the children come to age when their parents stop to take a bow Nothing takes root in this barren soil Nothing takes root in this barren soil Maybe there`s no one there at all Hold on the worst is yet to come Save your money for the hired guns Hold strong, when everything you loved is gone Slow down stop living in the shadow of a helicopter Line em` up on the wall coming out with their hands up Give em` all the chair Let it burn let it fall let the end of the world come Who`s left to care Nothing tastes takes root in this barren soil Nothing tastes root but the pain and toil Maybe there`s no one there at all Hold on the worst is yet to come Save your money for the hired guns Hold strong, when everything you loved is gone Slow down stop living in the shadow of a helicopter Hold on, the worst is yet to come Save your money for the hired guns Hold strong when everything you loved is gone Slow down stop living in the shadow of a helicopter Stop living in the shadow of a helicopter