The Juggernauts Songtext / Lyric

Watching anvils falling all around

And they break our bones when they hit the ground

The siren screams without a sound

So we numb ourselves with drink and drown



Got to clock in, bar code and name

Zeros and ones, compose the game

And the roof's on fire but stops the rain

so clench your fists, enjoy the pain



Think back to the ways of yesterday

The "I" in team raised renegade

In punk rock clubs and razor blades

Where throwaway kids scream serenades



We lost control again

We lost control again

We lost control

Gotta find a way to make amends

Rewrite the end

Take back what time has stole






We are the angry, the innocent

We are the hungry, the discontent

We are the marquee, the one percent

We are the bourgeoisie of arguments



(Here we go, Here we go one time)

Dropping down a well that time forgot

With scars that show that we care a lot

In the sky we dreamt like a juggernaut

Of the things we'd do and what we sought



But one by one we fall the same

How much to lose, not much to gain

So have your hope hop another train

And bleach yourself but the strain remains



Think back to the ways of yesterday

When we never even had to get paid to play

Had a backpack filled with a lot to say

But the words have all been thrown away



We lost control again

We lost control again

We lost control

Gotta find a way to make amends

Rewrite the end

Take back what time has stole



We are the angry, the innocent

We are the hungry, the discontent

We are the marquee, the one percent

We are the bourgeoisie of arguments



We won't wait

We're the lost, but we've found

We can't wait

Alarms are calling

We won't wait

We're not the fallen, the underground

You won't recognize us now



We are the angry, the innocent

We are the hungry, the discontent

We are the marquee, the one percent

We are the bourgeoisie of arguments



We lost control again

We lost control again

We lost control

Got a lost hope requiem

And we're wrecking 'em

There's no use settlin'



So when will the waiting end

If we don't pretend like a shotgun awakening

To blow off a pin-downed limb

Shed your skin cause the day is shuddering



So tie off the bleeding end and start again

The streets are barreling

With reason to reinvent our miscontent

The sound grows deafening



We want control again

We want control again

We want control

Gotta find a way to make amends

Rewrite the end

Take back what time has stole



We are the angry, the innocent

We are the hungry, the discontent

We are the marquee, the one percent

We are the bourgeoisie of arguments



We won't wait no

We were the lost, but we've found

We can't wait no

Alarms are calling

We won't wait no

We're not the fallen, the underground

You won't recognize us now



We are the angry, the innocent

We are the hungry, the discontent

We are the marquee, the one percent

We are the bourgeoisie of arguments



We want control again

We want control again

We want control

The underground, you won't recognize us now

We want control again

We want control again

We want control

The underground, you won't recognize us now