The freeway is jammed. And it's backed up for miles. The car is an oven and baking is wild. Nothing is ever the way it should be. What we deserve we just don't get you see. A briefcase a lunch and a man on the edge. Each step gets closer to losing his head. Is someone in heaven are they looking down. 'Cause nothing is fair just you look around. Falling down. Falling down. Falling down. He's sick of waiting of lying like this. There's a hole in the sky for the angels to kiss. Branded a leper because you don't fit. In the land of the free. You can live by your wits. Once he built missiles a nations defence. Now he can't even give birthday presents. Across the city he leaves in his wake. A glimpse of the future a cannibal state. Falling down. Falling down. Falling down