Nobody asked to be born.
There ain't nobody wishes to die.
Everybody whiles away the interim time,
sworn to rise from the ruins by and by.
Well,
the engines are droning with progress,
and the pistons are pounding out time.
And it's you and me caught in this juggernaut jaunt,
left to rise from the ruins down the line.
We will roll
like an old Chevrolet.
The road to ruin is something to see.
Hang on to the wheel,
or the highway to hell,
and chauffeurs for the powers that be.
Why so pale and so warm, fond lover?
Why so downcast and desperately sad?
We can't walk,
we can't talk,
we ain't yet pillars of salt,
and we'll rise from the ruins while we can.
Go and tell all your friends and relations.
Go and say what ain't easy to say.
Go and give
them some hope that we might rock the
boat and rise from the ruins one day.
And rise from the ruins one day.
And rise from the ruins one day.