The things I think while I lie awake and contemplate at night
Are wearing me out
Maybe tomorrow the world will wake and get it right
But I have my doubts
So during the day I design machines of war
That scream through the sky
Because I for one, I like to go to bed free at night
Under these Stars and Stripes
And I have my doubts
That we’re coming out
Yes I have my doubts
And I have my doubts
That we’ll make it back out
Yes I have my doubts
But they’ll wind you up and pull the cord until your spun right out
And I don’t understand
So roll the dice and raise the price to feed the machines mouth
Call it the progress of man.
And I have my doubts
That we’re coming out
Yes I have my doubts
And I have my doubts
That we’ll make it back out
I have my doubts
So i’ll drink my stuff and raise some hell and shoot my guns
Until the end of my time
You can have the booze and go to hell and take the guns
But I know they won’t be mine
And I have my doubts
That we’re coming out
Yes I have my doubts
And I have my doubts
That we’ll make it back out
I have my doubts
So we’re all messed up and out of touch
Let’s text someone
Who’s in the other room
So don’t wonder why we don’t say hi
Or know anyone
I might as well move to the moon
So maybe I’m wrong
Well I hope that I’m wrong
So maybe I’m wrong
Well I hope that I’m wrong
The things I think while I lie awake and contemplate at night
Are wearing me out