Waiting For A Bomb [1998 version]

Lyrics

You think there's something strange about the things I believe Cynical upstart, got my heart on my sleeve So proud of their executives, they advertise downtown But the fear of murder remains all around And I'm wait-wait-wait-wait- Wait-wait-wait-wait- Waiting for a bomb Wait-wait-wait-wait- Wait-wait-wait-wait- Waiting for a bomb Television apartments with their wall plaster cracking From LA's mouth to Manhattan's nostrils Metropolitan heartache, get your love through the phone Desolation at dawn in bed Stories from the street dance through your head And I'm wait-wait-wait-wait- Wait-wait-wait-wait- Waiting for a bomb Wait-wait-wait-wait- Wait-wait-wait-wait- Waiting for a bomb Wait-wait-wait-wait- Wait-wait-wait-wait- Waiting for a bomb [Guitar lead] Waiting for a bomb Waiting for a bomb [x3] Waiting, waiting Waiting for a bomb [x4]