Here we are going nowhere
And it's not bad, could it be worse?
The ice cream man's got a new line of work
We go up, up, up, try holdin' on
To almost there but it won't come today
They're holding court on Montrose and 21st
And the cops don't care, they want it to [C7]get worse
It goes bang, bang, bang, bang
Nothing changed, they just gaslight the blame
They ought to [C7]make a dance
For when the world shits its pants
You go up, up, up, tɾy holdin' on
To almost there but it won't come
You go up, up, up, tɾy holdin' on
To almost there but it won't come
And we'll ɾemember everything
The dogs in the ɾain
And the sunken eyes
Feelin' so stɾange
Like, how many more
How many more
How many more
How many more
How many more
How many more
How many more
How
It goes bang, bang, bang, bang
Heartless thieves, it ain't me but it might as well be
