Breakdown

Lyrics

1-2-3-4! Subterranean scriptures Smeared on the wall by the king of the beat A ghetto dream, neighborhood scheme Coughing in the morning under factory skies Reality cuts to the core My soul becomes a time-worn whore Lonesome poems run through my head Got the radon blues, existential dread Breakdown, breakdown [x3] Loaded gun, ticket to shame Fifteen minutes of prime time fame Warhol notoriety Mainstream status and a movie deal Breakdown, breakdown [x3] And when you're left torn and forgotten What'cha gonna do? Oo-ooh Do, oo-ooh At the end of your rope and feeling rotten What'cha gonna do? Oo-ooh Do, oo-ooh [Guitar solo] Cellular phone, brain tumor Your computer fingers no longer move Latex sex in a brave new world Prophylactic kisses, artificial bliss Breakdown, breakdown [x3] And when you're left torn and forgotten What'cha gonna do? Oo-ooh Do, oo-ooh At the end of your rope and feeling rotten What'cha gonna do? Oo-ooh Do, oo-ooh Do, oo-ooh What'cha gonna do?