Shellshock, bombs drop, the city’s down on its knees
Ten ways slammed, they’re pumping out beauty queens
Hands are shaking
Watch skies, rivers rise, they’re filling refugee camps
The names rock waves washed away in the sands
Hands are shaking
My heart’s racing

message to receive, I’m taking it higher
I like a spaceman fugitive
I’m [bad word] down
I’m [bad word] down

Back seat, body heat, sneaking out of the damns
The next gen x, I’m hoping they got a chance
Swear I’m tasting, my heart’s racing

message to receive, I’m taking it higher
I like a spaceman fugitive
I’m [bad word] down
I’m [bad word] down

I’m breaking off, radio silence
Lights go out and all is quiet
But in my head there’s a screaming anthem
It’s getting worth fighting for

 [bad word] down
I’m [bad word] down
I’m [bad word] down
I’m [bad word] down
Like the spaceman fugitive