Washington, D.C. Lyrics

Drowning in scene
Of cars and concrete-
Foundations lost underground;
Violence I can't see.
Future shocked:
I can't believe
That my time belongs to me.

Piano strings and pretty things-
Psychos out on the street.
"Welcome home:
You're expendable!"

No, but I cannot believe:
In Washington, D.C.

There will be no dancing in the street.