In city shoesOf clueless bluesPays the viewsAnd no mans newsBlades will fade from blood to sportThe h****n's cut these fuses shortDrink and frame this pain I thinkI'm melting silver poles my dearYou bleed your wings and then disappearSmithereens have got 'em scaling heightsModern times come talk me downAnd battle lines are drawn across this townGhetto stones instead of chainsAnd nothing's changedRiot like 1968 againThe days of rage yeah nothing's changedWell pretty flamesIn school I would just bite my tongueThe flags are false and they contradictThey point and click which wounds to lickOn avenues this christian breezeTurns it's heart to more needles pleaseOur eyes roll back and we beg for moreIt frays this skin and then underscoreThe case for war you spin and bleedThe sales you feel screensavers feedThe girls you breed the soaps that you writeThe graceless charm of your gutter snipesThe moving scenes and suburbanitesAnd smithereens got 'em scaling heightsModern times come talk me downThe battle lines are drawn across this townGhetto stones instead of chainsHearts and minds and US PlanesNothing's changedRiot like the 1980's againThe days of rage yeah nothing's changedMore pretty flames