it's in the air tonight
in the feeling in the sound
it's not seeing straight

and not getting down
it's all of us against them
dear friends till the end

fighting on for more than a mile
throught plastic %#@! and the smiles
here we are alone

all of us
with no control for what's ailing us or failing us
were the crucified

still addicted to the sound
stained with violence
and a bad case of woe is me

so we take what we like
to cure what's ailing us