The Winning Side The Airborne Toxic Event

Well I've made some mistakes
At least privately, in takes
Here's another one

And I'd say "It'll be okay"
But that's a lie man, I mean, hey
We're all dying young

It's not a wish although it seems
More like a terrifying dream
And I'm serious

It's either whisky or a bong
Or a car crash or a bomb
I'm serious

Because the only thing I think
When I wake up in my bed
And my stomach churns
As these pages turn
Is the world burning?
Is it only in my head?

On the screen on the t.v
On a scene in front of me
With all the white noise and the static and the stifling of screams
This is war, this is death
This is real, you better bet
On the winning side
The winning side
The winning side
The winning side