It's a fucked up day in my neighborhood
A fucked up day in my neighborhood
Fucked up day in my neighborhood
It's a fucked up day
Two, three

Little candle for the masqueraders
Felt the hurt run through the vein of silence
Saw the church fall on its knees for saviors
All the vampires showed teeth and smiling
In the coroners office they gathered
For the body of a sacred passage
Opened up the gate for TV actors
The stars aligned for your subconscious atlas
(Ooh)
I'm not old but I seen this before
(Ooh)
I been sold on this shit before
(Ooh)
In the military's open arms
Can it all be just because I don't think so
In the middle of an open road
Time to lace up and prepare for war

Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Round, round, round
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Round, round, round

It's a fucked up day in my neighborhood
A fucked up day in my neighborhood
Fucked up day in my neighborhood
Fucked up day

Meet me half the way
Sharing the moments
Moments I can share my strength with you

Meet me half the way
Sharing the moments
Moments we become one in the room

Meet me half the way
Sharing the moments
Moments we pass down to those abused

Meet me half the way
Sharing the moments
Moments we pass down to those abused

Moments I can
Moments I can
Moments I can share
Sit down our different views and meet me half the way
Sharing the moments
Moments I can share my life with you

Meet me half the way
Sharing the moments

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Peermusic Publishing
Writer(s): Jamie Douglass, John Schreffler, Michael Wayne Atha, Ted Kamp, Waylon Albright Jennings