I think you know that game
honey, it won't go back the same
Talk to me of California,
All my crow is here to warn you
We don't want you tight around here
Lift your eyes up to the heavens
All my friends, my gutter brethren
Won't suffer the same defeat
Children of the alleys gather
Children of the skies enroll
you will fall, fall, fall
Don't tell me I've been wasting time
Got a few minutes left before blackout
We may be dancing on the line
But there are still some thing
You could see the tide had come in
Couldn't bring yourself to help
So you just took a man to fight
But baby, I can start a riot
You wish we'd stayed singing
When we left our voice to shout
You thought it was dead and buried
Don't read about it in the red tops
But take this lesson, little soldier
Sit still and learn it well
That goes to waste some eyebrows
That goes to waste some hair
Don't tell me I've been wasting time
We may be dancing on the line
Oh yeah, there are still some
Yeah, there are still some things to sing
Don't tell me I've been wasting time
Got a few minutes left before blackout
We may be dancing on the line
But there are still soft things to sing about
Oh yeah, there are still soft
Yeah, there are still soft things