Coming in, coming in
Kill the radio silence
Break down in LA.

Giving up
Giving in to a feeling of violence
There's hell to pay.

So lets light another match,
Stop living in the past
Where nobody can hear me now.

Blow the lock off the cage
Watch the children come of 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 hired guns.
Hold strong when everything you loved is gone.
Slow down, stop living in the shadow of a helicopter.

Line them up on the wall
Coming out with their hands up
Give them all their chair.

Let it burn, let it fall
Let the end of the world come.
Who's left to care?

Nothing takes root in this barren soil.
Nothing takes root, but we bend and toil.
Maybe there's no one there at all.

Hold on, the worst is yet to come.
Save your money for 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 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.