The situation's progressed
We built this city on rock and roll
It's my only regret, but bad is never good till there is worse

Scatter the ash of our homes
At the advisers request they suggest we blame someone else and we all say nothing more
Lay down your hands over your eyes

Our hearts don't beat like before
Bathing in the river of half-hearted souls
Take me away from everything

We gathered wings of an angel and we flew up to the gates to be with God, but when we got to the sun we lost our wings up to the flames and sold our souls to the devil, the red devil