Find me at the street we hide We'll take a trip to the sunny side Of the city with a knife that carves your luck Make our way to the living noise We sing our song to the Goldman boys Who never had enough of anything I was done with God When people like you filled the heavens Oh I'm done with it all It's people like you who kill the better every time To the fields of the young and drowned Where love is lost and another found To face the grey big world in a week or two But we don't care, no we got our choice And sing our song to the soldier toys Who better forget soon whose side they're on I was done with God When people like you filled the heavens Oh I'm done with it all It's people like you who kill the better every time And I ain't waiting for another day I ain't waiting for another day I ain't waiting for another day to go I was done with God When people like you filled the heavens Oh I'm done with it all It's people like you who kill the better every time Every time Every time Every time It's people like you who kill the better every time