I like it    I don't like it

There's a fracture in the colour bar, in the backseat of a parked car,
By the liquor store where the streetlight keep you company 'til the next night,
In the same town, there's the same scar in the same glow of the liquor store,
By the freeway where the headlight keep her company 'til the next night.

Oh, gravity, why can't we seem to keep it together?
Sons of my enemies, why can't we seem to keep it together?

In the back room of the Pentagon there's a thin man with the line drawn,
With a red jaw and a red bite,
Watch the headline on the next night.

Oh, gravity, why can't we seem to keep it together?
Sons of my enemies, why can't we seem to keep it together?
Why this tragedy?
Why can't we seem to keep it together?
Oh, gravity, why can't we seem to pull it together?

In the fallout, the fallout,
We found out the hype won't get you through,
We're connected, connected.
I meant it: the hype won't get you through, through.

Oh, gravity, why can't we seem to keep it together?
Oh, gravity, why can't we seem to pull it together?
Why this tragedy?
Why can't we seem to keep it together?
Oh, gravity, why can't we seem to pull it together now?

Let's pull it together.