There's no weapons left to fight with
On early closing day
The sun shines over buildings
Steep as cliffs above the sea
The air conditioning just shut down
As we all left our rooms
For the showdown on the first floor
Down the corridor from me
There's no beer left in the bar room
A storm was blowing in
There's no blood left in the hospital
These men were drunk all day
The ants make trails along the walls
To carry off our skin
To the bank vaults and the arsenals
The mock rooms and the bins
Oh, the bones inside my fingers
Are sharp as razor blades
But I'm not locked in here with you
You're locked in here with me
Feel so trapped and lonely
Nowhere left to go
We know we've been kidnapped
And now this place must burn
We can see the rich folks riding
In shiny limousines
Rolling down the ring road
To that mansion in the sky
But we'll go down to the city
And meet some people there
In the dance-halls and the disco-pubs
We'll go steppin' out
Oh, the bones inside my fingers
Are sharp as razor blades
But I'm not locked in here with you
You're locked in here with me
Feel so trapped and lonely
Nowhere left to go
We know we've been kidnapped
And now this place must burn
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