We're A Mess - Bob Evans

Now we’re in trouble — the war without a reason

Flags lay in tatters — the end of huntin' season

Outside the country is drying up and bleeding

I’m in my bedroom trying to fight the noise in my head

Cos I don’t wanna watch all that I love die

I don’t wanna burn through a hole in the sky

Hey kids, roll up for the new coming attraction

Killing each other will drive us to distraction

Fear casts a spell like an allergic reaction

I’m in my lounge room trying to make some sense of it

All

Cos I don’t wanna watch all that I love die

I don’t wanna burn through a hole in the sky

To feel a little more than just helplessness

Cos now we can agree on one thing

We’re a mess

It’s an S. O. S

Cos I don’t wanna watch all that I love die

I don’t wanna burn through a hole in the sky

Or wake up every day feeling this afraid

Of fessin' up to every mistake that we made

I just wanna know what we’re living for

At least enough to die with my foot in the door

To feel a little more than just emptyness

Cos now we can agree on one thing

We’re a mess

It’s an S. O. S