stuck in a rut time to make a wrong turn calling in sick is the only known cure scraping away all these layers of dirt going through hell to find heaven on earth looking for clues at the scene of the crime they could be windmills or they could be giants we canvas the streets and we paint the town red alive with the fact that we re back from the dead where we re going no one knows against the grain or out of control don t look back erase the past forget the future it s fading fast let s get lost in the city tonight drop everything and go for a ride all we need is here outside the revolution of everyday life our eyes are ringing with all that we ve seen when two worlds kaleidoscope it s time to break free destroying divisions from dawn until dusk these prisons have now become playgrounds for us break it down raise your voice drop the bomb and make some noise bite the hand feed the fire burning with the spark of true desire let s get lost in the city tonight drop everything and go for a ride what we need is here outside we leave the real world behind where we re going no one knows against the grain or out of control punch the clock and spend some time the revolution of everyday life