Lyrics

I hear a lot about a coming world destruction
family dysfunction
and my destiny

I read a lot about these crazy black gold prices
economic crisis
got me down on my knees

more excuses, all excuses not to live my life

but sing along
the song goes on
the world still turns
when the city burns

I see a lot of tired people standing at checkpoints
barefoot and stiff joints
frozen by fear

where any human being could be a terrorist
or an evangelist
the lines aren't clear

more excuses, all excuses not to live my life
so I beg and plead
that these loose ends need
to tie us all together again

but sing along
the song goes on
the world still turns
when the city burns
so sing along
like a good folk song
that a lesson's learned
when the city burns
so sing along
the song goes on and on
when the city burns

my basement's filled with water jugs
bullets for thugs
a guitar for the blues

I turn my eyes up higher to the ominous clouds
with the gathering crowds
to hear the good news

more excuses, just excuses not to live my life
so I beg and plead
that these loose ends need
to tie us all together again

sing along
the song goes on
the world still turns
when the city burns
so sing along
like a good folk song
that a lesson's learned
when the city burns
So sing along
the song goes on
the world still turns
when the city burns
so sing along
like a good folk song
that a lesson's learned
when the city burns