The Winning Side

The Airborne Toxic Event debut recordFrom The Album The Airborne Toxic Event (Deluxe) (2009)
Lyrics by Mikel Jollett

The Winning Side

Well I admit some mistakes
At least privately, in takes
There’s another one

And I’d say we’ll be okay
But that’s a lie man, I mean hey
We’re all dying young

It’s not always what it seems
More like a terrifying dream
And I am serious

It’s either whiskey or a bong
or a car crash or a bomb
I am serious

Because the only thing I think
When I wake up in my bed
And my stomach churns
As these pages turn
Is the world burning
Or is it only in my head?

On the screen on the T.V.
On the scene in front of me
With all the white noise
And the static and the silence and the screams
This is war, this is death
This is real you’d better bet
On the winning side
The winning side
The winning side
The winning side

And I’m sitting in a train
Over Brooklyn in the rain
All by myself

When the thought occurs to me
That all these people want to be
Just somewhere else

Like everyday is just a loss
Spent arguing with your boss
Over a coffee break

Well the same is true for me
I mean one more indignity
And I’m going to break

Because the only thing I think
When he walks out on the screen
He says the sky falls
And your duty calls
Man, it takes some balls
To be so obscene

On the screen on the T.V.
On the scene in front of me
With all the white noise
And the static and the silence and the screams
This is war, this is death
This is real you’d better bet
On the winning side
The winning side
The winning side
The winning side
The right side
The right side
Well they shipped you off
And your parents cried
It all falls away so quietly
When you wake up to reality

But reality
What’s reality
What’s reality
What’s reality
It’s a fucking bullet

Well I’ve got a brother in Iraq
I’ve got no way to get him back
Like all those people in the sands
Buried in Afghanistan
I got a child in a crib
I got a father in a bib
I got no pills
I got no skills
I got no idea what I did
I just wonder every second
Every minute that passes by
Are we living, are we dreaming,
are we winning or are we dying
In the cloud of dust
In a mushroom burst
In a series of degradations first
Till we’re all alone in a hospital bed
Wondering what we might have done instead

With a lifetime
a lifetime…

Well we paid our dues and we did our time
But, please tell me exactly what was our crime
I’m not standing still for this firing line
While you decide
Who lives and dies
I hope you choke
On all your lies

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