The Hellacopters
"5 vs. 7"

Gone down and out feels like itґs sinkinґ
With a sense of direction it comes tumblinґ down
The skyґs gone dark - the streets are stinkinґ
And the howlinґ wind comes blowinґ
Thruґ the neon towns

Itґs sweepinґ over the land
The shit is aiming for the fan
No there ainґt no chosen few
Itґs cominґ down by the minute
Itґs sad but youґre in it too

You play along but canґt hide the pressure
Side by side with fools youґre feelinґlike a king
Youґre just a pawn moved around in a massive tester
But you play your part real well so you
Donґt feel a thing

Dead set like you had a reason
I could never walk your way
My soul be down for treason
No there ainґt no chosen few
Itґs cominґ down by the minute
Itґs sad but youґre in it too

Hearts gone black the sky is fallinґ
Piling up outside the transplantion camp
Timeґs up coyoteґs calling
Debris being left as treasures
For the waiting tramp

The streetґs a mess and the howlinґ wind
Blows hard - the hammerґs fallinґ again
Ainґt no jewels left in your crown
With a sense of direction
It comes tumblinґ down