The Situations progressed We built this city on rock and roll
It's my only regret But bad is never good till there is worse
Scatter the ash of our homes At the advisers request, they suggest that we should blame someone else
And we all say nothing more Lay down your hands over your eyes
Our hearts don't beat like before Bathing in the river of half hearted souls
Take me away from everything
We gathered wings of an angel and we flew up to the gates, to be with God, but when we got to the sun we lost our wings up to the flames and sold our souls to the devil
The red devil