Death of a popular songnGoin' on, every daynThe end of the narrative filmnSo you saynnLet's start a ridiculous trendnYou and I, let's pretendnWe know what's goin' onnGoin' on, goin' onnnThey're pouring into townnJust to see it all go downnThey're milling at the gatenHoping not to be too latenThey're filling up the streetnPeople running with their feetnCome to see it all go downnGot to see it all go downnnThe end of a magical daynIt's okay, it's okaynThe start of a popular songnPulls you innnIf it's the end of everythingnMake it good, make it goodnnThey're pouring into townnJust to see it all go downnThey're milling at the gatenHoping not to be too latenFilling up the streetnPeople running with their feetnCome to see it all go downnGot to see the whole thing crashing downnGot to see it all go downnnSee me with their childrennUnderneath the sky of steelnWatch the walking woundednFar from shorenWhat they're feelingnnThey're milling at the gatenHoping not to be too latenFilling up the streetnPeople running with their feetnCome to see it all go downnCome to see the whole thing crashing downnGot to see it all go downnnIf it's the end of everythingnMake it good, make it good...