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Zebrahead - The Juggernauts Lyrics

Watching anvils falling all around and
They break our bones when they hit the ground
The siren screams without a sound
So we numb ourselves with drink and drown

Got to clocked in, bar code and name
Zeros and ones compose the game
And the roof’s on fire but stops rain
So clench your fist enjoy the pain

Think back to the ways of yesterday
The "I" in team, raised renegades
In punk rock clubs and razorblades
Where throwaway kids could serenades

We lost control again
We lost control again
We lost control
Gotta find a way to make amends
Rewrite the end
Take back what time has stole

We are the angry, the innocent
We are the hungry, the discontent
We are the marquee, the one percent
We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

Dropping down a well that time forgot
With scars that show that we care a lot
In the sky dreamt like a juggernaut
Of the things we’d do and what we sought

But one by one we fall the same
How much to lose, not much to gain
So have your hope hop another train and
Bleach yourself but the stain remains

Think back to the ways of yesterday
So we never even have to get paid to play
Had a backpack filled with a lot to say
But the words have all been thrown away

We lost control again
We lost control again
We lost control
Gotta find a way to make amends
Rewrite the end
Take back what time has stole

We are the angry, the innocent
We are the hungry, the discontent
We are the marquee, the one percent
We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

We won't wait
We were the lost, but we're found
We can't wait
Alarms are calling
We won't wait
We're not the fallen, the underground
You won't recognize us

We are the angry, the innocent
We are the hungry, the discontent
We are the marquee, the one percent
We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

We lost control again
We lost control again
We lost control
Got a lost hope requiem
And we’re wrecking them
There's no use settling

So when will the waiting end?
If we don't pretend like a shot gun awakening
To blow off a pin-downed limb
Shed your skin ‘cause they is shuddering

So tie off the bleeding end and start again
The streets are barreling
With reason to reinvent our discontent
The sound grows deafening

We want control again
We want control again
We want control
Gotta find a way to make amends
To fight the end
Take back what time has stole

We are the angry, the innocent
We are the hungry, the discontent
We are the marquee, the one percent
We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

We won't wait no
We were the lost, but we're found
We can't wait no
Our lungs are calling
We won't wait no
We're not the fallen, the underground
You won't recognize us now

We are the angry, the innocent
We are the hungry, the discontent
We are the marquee, the one percent
We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

We want control again
We want control again
We want control
The underground, you won't recognize us now
We want control again
We want control again
We want control
The underground, you won't recognize us now