Did you ever think the earth would shake for me once more?
I want to see the sky light up over this city left for poor
Everybody's screaming; no one here can ask what for

And I just can't shake this feelingThat we're outta luck and nothing more
A pound of dust, a holy war
A photograph, I begged and I swore
But I still want a little more

Pull the luck out of this county; bucket crown ain't no disguise
I've left to stop the bleeding with a hope to realize
My misery is teeming; my heart could be stealing yours

And I just can't shake this feeling
That we're outta luck and nothing more
A pound of dust, a holy war
A photograph, I begged and I swore
But I still want a little more

Well I just can't shake this feelingThat we're outta luck and nothing moreA pound of dust, a holy warA photograph, I begged and I sworeBut I still want a little more

It's okay to tear the pictures from the frames that hold them still
Rattle all the cages, gather enemies on Capitol Hill
Yell at the sky, some kind of ideal bill

And I just can't shake this feeling
That we're outta luck and nothing more
A pound of dust, a holy war
A photograph, I begged and I swore
But I still want a little more