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I:
I wander down the street, but nothing is the same
(I stood there and watched as the sewer went up in flames)
Got the suspicion, the sneaking suspicion,
that the world is coming to an end again.

II:
I want to head to work, but I'm not a scab.
Sir Death just hit that bus so I'll probably take a cab
But I hit the beach and the sea's dark red.
Well, I wasn't that much of a swimmer anyway.

Refrain:
"What's wrong with me?" I yell, and everybody
thinks I'm mental.
Oh, well--that happens.
Can you really sit and stare as it all comes
crumbling in around you?
It's just another lapse
(a temporary lapse of)

III:
Judgement takes the crown, and chaos takes the reins.
Every one of my thoughts makes me wonder if I'm insane--
A single stand-out thought, and we're as good as dead:
is it just me, or is the whole world sick in the head?

IV:
A couple shootings south, meeting Third and Main
There's some punk kid's car doing ninety in the wrong lane
Lucky that his plates were set in the right place;
Otherwise the police might've had a few words to say.

Refrain:
"What's wrong with me?" I yell, and everybody
thinks I'm mental.
Oh, well--that happens.
Can you really sit and stare as it all comes
crumbling in around you?
It's just another lapse
(a temporary lapse of)

--judgement.