The Winning Side

Well I made some mistakes At least privately it takesAnd here's another oneAnd I said "it would be okay""But that's a lie, man"I mean.. "Hey, we're all dying.. young!!"Now it's all reality.. but it's more like a terrifying dream And I'm serious!!It's either whiskey, or a bong, or a car crash, or a bombI'm serious!!It's the only thing I think When I wake up in my bedWith my stomach churns, as these pages turn Is the world burninOr is it only.. in my head??On a screen on a tvOn a scene in front of meWith all the white woods n the static And the static n the screamsThis is war, this is death, this is really very badOn the winning side, the winning side, The winning side, the winning sideAnd I'm sick of the train Over Brooklyn in the rainAll by myselfWhen it finally occurs to me..That all these people wanna be Just some where.. elseLike every day is just the last bit To argue with your boss over a coffee breakWell it seems to me, I mean, want more dignity Or I'm going to.. breakBecause the only thing I think When he walks out on the streetHe says, the sky fallsAnd you're duty calls man,It takes some balls to beSo I'll see..On a screen on a tvOn a scene in front of meWith all the white woods n the static And the static n the screamsThis is war, this in death. this is really very badOn the winning side, the winning side The winning side, the winning sideThe right side, the right sideOh the shit you watchWhen your parents cryAnd it all falls away so quietlyWhen you wake up to reality..A Reality??What's reality?? What's reality?? What's reality??YOU DON'T FUCKING BREAK!!Well I got a brother in IraqI got no way to get him backLike all those people in the sands, Buried in Afghanastan I got a child in a cribI got a father in a bedI got no pills I got no skittles I know I do what I didI just wonder every secondAs they wheel the bastards byAre we living?? Are we dreaming??Are we winning?? Were we dying..In a cloud of dustIn a mushroom burstIn a series of deathsAs the agents burst??Or all alone in a hospital bed??Wondering what we might of done instead??With a lifetime..A lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetimeA lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetimeA lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetimeWith a good attitude..Yeah, we did our jobBut can you tell me,Exactly what was our job??Well I'm still stuck With this body of mineWell were you inside, when a militant died??I hope you choke..I.. Own.. Your Life!!