Did you ever think the earth would shake for me once more?
I want to see the sky light up over this city left for poor
Everybody's screaming; no one here can ask what for
[And I just can't shake this feelingThat we're outta luck and nothing moreA pound of dust, a holy warA photograph, I begged and I sworeBut I still want a little more]
Pull the luck out of this county; bucket crown ain't no disguise
I've left to stop the bleeding with a hope to realize
My misery is teeming; my heart could be stealing yours
[And I just can't shake this feelingThat we're outta luck and nothing moreA pound of dust, a holy warA photograph, I begged and I sworeBut I still want a little more]
[Interlude]
[Well I just can't shake this feelingThat we're outta luck and nothing moreA pound of dust, a holy warA photograph, I begged and I sworeBut I still want a little more]
It's okay to tear the pictures from the frames that hold them still
Rattle all the cages, gather enemies on Capitol Hill
Yell at the sky, some kind of ideal bill
[And I just can't shake this feelingThat we're outta luck and nothing moreA pound of dust, a holy warA photograph, I begged and I sworeBut I still want a little more]