Coast to coast, from dark to bright
You can search for truth in a pool of light
Let it keep you up all night
'Til you fall asleep
You can treat your neighbour like a front door mat
As you fluctuate like a thermostat
While you swim the sewers on your back
With every water at your feet
You can wage a war, cast a stone
Hoist your flag upon a chicken bone
Patrol the streets with a megaphone
Every day you breathe
Shout "Christ don't live in an angry heart"
Or some such crap, and no one's smart
Enough to recognise it's crap
But it's better to dream
And that's the truth
But the day it goes on sale it becomes a lie
And that's the truth
You can turn your head or look it in the eye
An honest man won't sell it
He knows the truth it has an edge
Be like trying to sell the sunset baby
From the Brooklyn Bridge
Bridge, bridge
You can save the tiger, you can k** the fox
You can trash the ground, you can call the cops
Push a bu*ton when it stops
And start it up again
You can flip a new leaf, turn a new channel
Stick a brand new wick in a burned out candle
Never let nothin' that you can't handle
Get underneath your skin
You can beat the odds, protect your rep
Choose your church in a TV sale
Try to find some common stand
Between a slam-dance and a waltz
You can turn your back on the CIA
Strike a deal so big nobody gets paid
Except those hired to close the deal
And make sure it wasn't false
And that's the truth
But the day it goes on sale it becomes a lie
And that's the truth
You can turn your head or look it in the eye
An honest man won't sell it
He knows the truth it has an edge
Be like trying to sell the sunset baby
From the Brooklyn Bridge
Bridge
From the Brooklyn Bridge
Bridge
From the Brooklyn Bridge
Bridge
From the Brooklyn Bridge
Bridge
From the Brooklyn Bridge
Bridge