Go!
Did a sobering vision knock you off your cloud,
Terror in the heartland has a catch ring.
You can never go home to your nuclear family,
Terror in the heartland has a catch ring.
The violence in your dreams is coming back to you,
Terror in the heartland has a catch ring.
The good 'ole boys drinking whisky and rye,
Building bombs in the basement with a target in mind.
You should have seen the s*** coming,
But your eyes were glued upon the b*** that stimulates you.
You should have seen the s*** coming,
Your fingers were poised upon the b***on to terminate.
Did an angry public throw you from your thrown?
Terror in the heartland is selling news.
You can't climb back up to your primal lifestyle,
Terror in the heartland is selling news.
It's not your fault death has lost it's meaning,
Terror in the heartland is selling news.
Mentality's not bound by the pages you turn,
It's the first three letters deeming what you learn.
You should have seen the s*** coming,
But your eyes were glued upon the b*** that stimulates you.
You should have seen the s*** coming,
Your fingers poised upon the b***on to terminate.
I'm tired of waiting for you.
Are you coming round the bend tonight?
I'm sick of waiting for you.
Are you coming round the bend tonight?
I'm tired of waiting for you.
Are you coming round the bend tonight?
I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick,
Are you coming round the...
I feel you on my arms and I smell you in my bed,
And just when you scab over, I poke you through again.
When I stop running, then I like to try and hide my head,
When I saw you lying there should I just have left you dead?
Did a sobering vision knock you off your cloud,
Terror in the heartland has a catch ring.
You can never go home to your nuclear family,
Terror in the heartland has a catch ring.
The violence in your dreams is coming back to you,
Terror in the heartland has a catch ring.
The good 'ole boys drinking whisky and rye,
Building bombs in the basement with a target in mind.
You should have seen the s*** coming,
But your eyes were glued upon the b*** that stimulates you.
You should have seen the s*** coming,
Your fingers were poised upon the b***on to terminate.
Did an angry public throw you from your thrown?
Terror in the heartland is selling news.
You can't climb back up to your primal lifestyle,
Terror in the heartland is selling news.
It's not your fault death has lost it's meaning,
Terror in the heartland is selling news.
Mentality's not bound by the pages you turn,
It's the first three letters deeming what you learn.
You should have seen the s*** coming,
But your eyes were glued upon the b*** that stimulates you.
You should have seen the s*** coming,
Your fingers poised upon the b***on to terminate.
I'm tired of waiting for you.
Are you coming round the bend tonight?
I'm sick of waiting for you.
Are you coming round the bend tonight?
I'm tired of waiting for you.
Are you coming round the bend tonight?
I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick,
Are you coming round the...
I feel you on my arms and I smell you in my bed,
And just when you scab over, I poke you through again.
When I stop running, then I like to try and hide my head,
When I saw you lying there should I just have left you dead?