3, 4...

You said, "Leave me alone; it's my home - I got to be what I want to be,"
But you're just another broke love, always in a push shove,
Need a little peace dove, but you still believe: "What's yours is mine, and it's all fine - what's wrong to you is right to me,"
But you're running through the gunplay, bring on a D-Day,
Living in Pompeii, all around it's...

Falling down all around you,
Falling down all around you.

It's cool with no rules...and, here, take an apple from the tree,
But if you got to learn the hard way, gonna get a good shake,
Can you feel the earthquake'
All around it's...

Falling down all around you,
Falling down all around you,
Falling down all around you,
Falling down all around you.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Well, this is my home too,
My God'll get me through,
Tell me, what your god gonna do for you'
Call him Uncle dumb Sam,
Dirty, bloody, red hand building on the quicksand,
All around it's...

Falling down all around you,
Falling down all around you,
Falling down all around you,
Falling down all around you.