Woke Up Near Chelsea

Well, we all got a job to do

And we all hate God

But we all got a job to do

We're gonna do it together

We're gonna do it together

We are born of despair

And we long for what's fair

We're gonna do what we can

On the road to getting there

On our way to getting there

Cold in the bones, rot in the teeth

Alone in the home, out in the street

All that you've grown, choked in the weeds

But older than stone, that's you and me

We are born of despair

We are born of despair

We are born of despair

We are born of despair

We're gonna do it together

Cold in the bones, rot in the teeth

Alone in the home, out in the street

All that you've grown, choked in the weeds

But older than stone, that's you and me

Cold in the bones, rot in the teeth

Alone in the home, out in the street

All that you've grown, choked in the weeds

But older than stone, that's you and me

We are born of despair

We are born of despair

We are born of despair

We are born of despair

We're gonna do it together

We're gonna do it together