5 vs. 7

Gone down and out feels like it's sinkin' With a sense of direction it comes tumblin' down The sky's gone dark - the streets are stinkin' And the howlin' wind comes blowin' Thru' the neon towns It's sweepin' over the land The shit is aiming for the fan No there ain't no chosen few It's comin' down by the minute It's sad but you're in it too You play along but can't hide the pressure Side by side with fools you're feelin'like a king You're just a pawn moved around in a massive tester But you play your part real well so you Don't feel a thing Dead set like you had a reason I could never walk your way My soul be down for treason No there ain't no chosen few It's comin' down by the minute It's sad but you're in it too Hearts gone black the sky is fallin' Piling up outside the transplantion camp Time's up coyote's calling Debris being left as treasures For the waiting tramp The street's a mess and the howlin' wind Blows hard - the hammer's fallin' again Ain't no jewels left in your crown With a sense of direction It comes tumblin' down