Wake up, oh wake up, don't sleep
Please, I had another
One of those dreams where your feet
Are bound together and the tin man is
Spinning again
Hold my hand, I will
Stand as the world turns around me
Lock the door to the yard
Where the wind is bound
to blow my fragile
anchors away
Who's gonna carry the blame?
Who's gonna take up the campaign?
When these injured
streets are bleeding
The politicians in command
are washing their hands
They gotta tend the marching band
When the battered streets are,
when the battered streets are
When the battered streets are bleeding
I am losing my hold
There are soldiers in the hallway
They will break down these walls
There's apparitions behind
the bedroom blinds
There is black ink in the bathroom sink
If the gun ran, don't let her go
The sneak outside will
scrawl over the house
And who's gonna carry the blame?
Who's gonna take up
the campaign?
When these injured streets are bleeding
The politician's in command
Or washing their hands
They all attend the marching bands
When the battered streets are
When the battered streets are
When the battered streets are bleeding
And I know you will try
But you cannot protect me
From these shadows inside
Cause these dreams I have
are so much bigger
than the blade of a knife
Or a shotgun's trigger
if the gunman don't let her go
The sneak outside will
swallow the house in
Who's gonna carry the blame?
Who's gonna take up
the campaign?
When these injured streets are bleeding
The politicians in command
are washing their hands
They gotta tend the marching band
When the battered streets are,
when the battered streets are
When the battered streets are bleeding
You