This Song Brought To You By A Falling Bomb

Do you hear the jet plane yawning miles across the sky? Hear the garbage truck back down in boulevard Setting off the car alarms as it pa*ses by Do you hear the static of one thousand de-tuned radios? Shut the window love, keep it water tight I don't want to think about anyone And the footsteps are getting louder Drowning out the sound of the rain As it knocks on the window-sill I'm not answering the phone, let it ring Lately I've been feeling like a falling bomb The ground is getting closer And the sky is falling down This song has been brought to you This song has been brought to you By a falling bomb, by a falling bomb