Who do you know?
Who do you trust?
Who keeps you sane?
Who cleans off the dust?
Who's got you down, thinking the best roads lead out of town?
Who saves the day?
Who stands to make corrections?
Bound to get burned at every other turn
But the future's free
No rolling back
We all want the best
Want our own fashioned worlds
Behaves like gasoline
All this 21st-century blood
In this round we're in
And it's hard to imagine
Deliver us for now
From this 21st-century blood
