they call us saints and sinners in the same church,
don't they? I would like to remind myself of the truth
I can't see it, I'm blinded and dizzy by the brilliance of light
it would be nice to forget, it would be nice to forget
the weight is gone, isn't it? for now, we aren't lonely,
I'm high on illusion island, while the world crashes
around me, the bombs spire and splatter, a cosmic light show
let me watch, let me watch, and pretend it isn't destruction
all I can see are fuzzy spots and my head is pounding
and yet, for some reason, it is blissful, lying here
supine on the ground...* get up Johnny boy, get up Johnny boy
get up cause the world has left you lying on the ground
you're my pride and joy, you're my pride and joy,
get up cause we all need you now.