MH 4.18.2011 - blink-182

Coming in, coming in, kill the radio

Silence, breakdown in L. A

Giving up, giving in to a feeling of

Violence, there’s hell to pay

So let’s light another match, stop living in the past

Where nobody can hear me now

Blow the lock off the cage, watch the children come of age

When their parents stop to take a bow

Nothing takes root in this barren soil, nothing takes root

In this barren soil, maybe there’s no one there at all

Hold on, the worst is yet to come

Save your money for hired guns

Hold strong when everything you loved is gone

Slow down, and stop living in the shadow of a helicopter

Line 'em up on the wall, coming out with their

Hands up, give 'em all the chair

Let it burn, let it fall, let the end of the

World come, who’s left to care?

Nothing takes root in this barren soil, nothing takes root

In this barren soil, maybe there’s no one there at all

Hold on, the worst is yet to come

Save your money for hired guns

Hold strong when everything you loved is gone

Slow down, and stop living in the shadow of a helicopter

Hold on, the worst is yet to come

Save your money for hired guns

Hold strong when everything you loved is gone

Slow down, and stop living in the shadow of a helicopter

Stop living in the shadow of a helicopter…