The Juggernauts Songtext
von Zebrahead

Watching anvils falling all around (around)
And they break our bones when they hit the ground (ground)
The siren screams without a sound (sound)
So we numb ourselves with drink and drown

Got to clock in, bar code and name (name)
Zeros and ones, compose the game (game)
And the roof′s on fire but stops the rain
So clench your fists, enjoy the pain

Think back to the ways of yesterday (yesterday)
The "I" in team raised renegade (renegade)
In punk rock clubs and razor blades (rock clubs)
Where throwaway kids scream serenades

We lost control again (again)
We lost control again (again)
We lost control
Gotta find a way to make amends (amends)
Rewrite the end
Take back what time has stole


We are the angry, the innocent
We are the hungry, the discontent
We are the marquee, the one percent
We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

(Here we go, here we go one time)
Dropping down a well that time forgot
With scars that show that we care a lot (a lot)
In the sky, we dreamt like a juggernaut (juggernaut)
Of the things we'd do and what we sought

But one by one we fall the same
How much to lose, not much to gain
So have your hope hop another train
And bleach yourself but the strain remains (strain remains)

Think back to the ways of yesterday (yesterday)
When we never even had to get paid to play (to play)
Had a backpack filled with a lot to say (a lot to say)
But the words have all been thrown away (thrown away)

We lost control again
We lost control again
We lost control
Gotta find a way to make amends (amends)
Rewrite the end (end)
Take back what time has stole


We are the angry, the innocent
We are the hungry, the discontent
We are the marquee, the one percent
We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

We won′t wait
We're the lost, but we've found
We can′t wait
Alarms are calling
We won′t wait
We're not the fallen, the underground
You won′t recognize us now

We are the angry, the innocent
We are the hungry, the discontent
We are the marquee, the one percent
We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

We lost control again
We lost control again
We lost control
Got a lost hope requiem
And we're wrecking ′em
There's no use settlin′

So when will the waiting end
If we don't pretend like a shotgun awakening (shotgun awakening)
To blow off a pin-downed limb (a pin-downed limb)
Shed your skin cause the day is shuddering

So tie off the bleeding end and start again (start again)
The streets are barreling (barreling)
With reason to reinvent our miscontent (our miscontent)
The sound grows deafening

We want control again
We want control again
We want control (control)
Gotta find a way to make amends
Rewrite the end
Take back what time has stole

We are the angry, the innocent
We are the hungry, the discontent
We are the marquee, the one percent
We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

We won't wait no
We were the lost, but we′ve found
We can′t wait no
Alarms are calling
We won't wait no
We′re not the fallen, the underground
You won't recognize us now

We are the angry, the innocent (ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah)
We are the hungry, the discontent
We are the marquee, the one percent (ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah)
We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

We want control again
We want control again
We want control
The underground, you won′t recognize us now
We want control again
We want control again
We want control
The underground, you won't recognize us now