Breakdown

1-2-3-4!

Subterranean scriptures
Smeared on the wall by the king of the beat
A ghetto dream, neighborhood scheme
Coughing in the morning under factory skies
Reality cuts to the core
My soul becomes a time-worn whore
Lonesome poems run through my head
Got the radon blues, existential dread

Breakdown, breakdown [x3]

Loaded gun, ticket to shame
Fifteen minutes of prime time fame
Warhol notoriety
Mainstream status and a movie deal

Breakdown, breakdown [x3]

And when you're left torn and forgotten
What'cha gonna do?
Oo-ooh
Do, oo-ooh
At the end of your rope and feeling rotten
What'cha gonna do?
Oo-ooh
Do, oo-ooh

[Guitar solo]

Cellular phone, brain tumor
Your computer fingers no longer move
Latex sex in a brave new world
Prophylactic kisses, artificial bliss

Breakdown, breakdown [x3]

And when you're left torn and forgotten
What'cha gonna do?
Oo-ooh
Do, oo-ooh
At the end of your rope and feeling rotten
What'cha gonna do?
Oo-ooh
Do, oo-ooh
Do, oo-ooh

What'cha gonna do?