In the shadows where the heads hang low,
you hear voices as the wind blows,
asking can't you see?
Reminding you to breathe,
it's only time before it catches up to you and all your broken luck,
I found a better way to get even with my memory.
In the shadows where the angels cry,
give us water give us back our eyes.
Our bed's this concrete floor, and it's all we have left to live for,
a day we'll never face,
we're only second-handed, sick and lonely,
fighting back the tears and every urge to Van Gogh both our ears...
That said we've had enough,
please turn that fucking radio off,
ain't nothin' on the air wavin' the despair that we feel.
In the shadows where the heads hang low,
you hear voices as the wind blows,
asking can't you see?
Reminding you to breathe,
it's only time before it catches up to you and all your broken luck,
I found a better way to get even with my enemies...
That said we've had enough,
please turn that fucking radio ff,
ain't nothin' on the air wavin' the despair that we feel.
That said we've had enough,
put "Walk Among Us" on and turn it up,
ain't nothin' on the air wavin' the hatred that we feel.
This is our biggest fear,
the only tunes that we hear,
come via satellite through your raid-ee-uh-oh-oh-no...
That said we've had enough (we've had enough!),
that said we've had enough (we've had enough!).