Coming in, coming in, kill the radio silenceBreak down in L.A.Giving up, giving in to a feeling of violenceThere's hell to paySo let's light another match, stop living in the pastWhere nobody can hear me nowBlow the lock off the cage, watch the children come of ageWhen their parents stop to take a bowNothing takes root in this barren soilNothing takes root in this barren soilMaybe there's no one there at allHold on, the worst is yet to comeSave your money for hired gunsHold strong when everything you loved is goneSlow down and stop living in the shadow of a helicopterLine 'em up on the wall, coming out with their hands upGive 'em all the chairLet it burn, let it fall, let the end of the world comeWho's left to care?Nothing takes root in this barren soilNothing takes root, though they bend and toilMaybe there's no one there at allHold on, the worst is yet to comeSave your money for hired gunsHold strong when everything you loved is goneSlow down and stop living in the shadow of a helicopterHold on, the worst is yet to comeSave your money for hired gunsHold strong when everything you loved is goneSlow down and stop living in the shadow of a helicopterStop living in the shadow of a helicopter