The Day of the Rope (Black Thursday) - The Hopewell Furnace

I love her, today Cause it's Wednesday, I won't be late I don't need to know if you're feeling when I'm free Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday Sunday but on Thursday... Thursday Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday Sunday but on Thursday, make sure you are thirsty Ohhhh on Thursday, baby get ready ohhh on Thursday Woaahoooh hold it ohh on Thursday Just wait on Thursday, baby only Thursday Girl I try, Girl I try I've been here for too long Baby don't cry Why are you calling again? But It's not Thursday, baby why you calling? Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday Sunday but on Thursday... Thursday Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday Sunday but on Thursday, make sure you are thirsty Ohhhh on thursday, baby get ready ohhh on Thursday Woaahoooh hold it ohh on Thursday Just wait on Thursday, baby only Thursday Thursday, Thursday, Thursday, Thursday

Standing on the edge of the Palisades' Cliffs In the shadow of the skyline very far away Like a lightning rod that couldn? t pull the storm from me I was 5 years old, my best friend's older brother died He fell from these cliffs The river washed him away, the current pulled him downstream And our lives float in the headlines, so we park these cars Parent? s garage listen to the lullaby Of carbon monoxide War all of the time In the shadow of the New York skyline We grew up too fast, falling apart Like the ashes of American flags If the sun doesn't rise We'll replace it with an H-bomb explosion A painted jail cell of light in the sky Like three mile island nightmares On TVs that sing us to sleep They burn on and on like an oil field Or a memory of what it felt like To burn on and on and not just fade away All those nights in the basement The kids are still screaming On and on and on and on War all of the time In the shadow of the New York skyline We grew up too fast, falling apart Like the ashes of American flags And we? re blowing in the wind We don? t know where to land So we kiss like little kids We used to be very tall buildings We? ve been falling for so long Now your eyes are a sign on the edge of town They offer a welcome when you are leaving War all of the time In the shadow of the New York skyline We grew up too fast, falling apart Like the ashes of American flags The pieces fall it? s like a last day parade And the fires in our streets start to rage So wave to those people who long to wave back From the fabric of a flag that sang, "Love all of the time" War all the time, war all the time All of the time War all the time, war all the time All of the time, all of the time War all of the time, war all of the time War all of the time, war all of the time