5 Vs. 7

Gone down and out feels like it's sinkin'

With a sense of direction it comes tumblin' down

And the sky's gone dark, the streets are stinkin'

And the howlin' wind comes blowin' through the neon towns

And on sweepin' over the land

Yeah, the shit is aiming for the fan

And no, there ain't no chosen few

It's comin' down by the minute

It's sad but you're in it, too

You play along but deny the pressure

Side by side with fools you're feelin' like a King

You're just a pawn moved around in a massive tester

But you play your part real, well so you, don't feel a thing

And on sweepin' over the land

Yeah, the shit is aiming for the fan

And no, there ain't no chosen few

It's comin' down by the minute

It's sad but you're in it, too

Dead set like you had a reason

I could never walk your way

My soul been down for treason

And no, there ain't no chosen few

It's comin' down by the minute

It's sad but you're in it too

Heart's gone black, the sky is fallin'

Piling up outside the transplantation camp

Time's up, coyote's calling

Debris being left as treasures

For the waiting tramp

And on sweepin' over the land

Yeah, the shit is aiming for the fan

And no, there ain't no chosen few

It's comin' down by the minute

It's sad but you're in it, too

Yeah, the street's a mess and the howlin' wind

Blows hard, the hammer's fallin' again

Ain't no jewels left in your crown

With a sense of direction, it comes tumblin' down