Who's blood is on the wall and who's blood is on the door?
Who's hands are on the gun?
Who's body's on the floor?

Who's blood is on the wall and who's blood is on the door?
Who's hands are on the gun?
Who's body's on the floor?

I feel like a windshield smashed in a bus car crash, hurricane came smash, and it's smash and crash...full of glass, oh my god i cut my ass!

You're running alone.
The streets are your own.
Where did everything go?

Where did everything go?
You're running alone.
You're on your way home.

Where did everything go?
Where did everything go?

Unreligious treasures.
Victim of a violent society of lies!!!
Relax 'cuz you're ridin' on the freeway...