[Intro - tired, almost spoken] Yeah… Still saying we’re fine. Still saying we’re blessed. Okay. Sure. [Verse 1 - low, human, worn-down] The road got holes big enough to swallow my tires And the rent went up like it heard I got paid There’s a flag on the porch, but the porch is sinking And the man on the screen says we’re doing great Coffee’s cold, news is loud Same old suit with a brand new mouth Says we’re strong, says we lead But I’m counting change just to breathe [Pre-Chorus - rising, bitter] We clap for the speech While the lights cut out We salute the dream From a burned-out town [Chorus - big, simple, grunge hook] We’re number one in the wreckage Singing proud while the floor gives way Number one in the wreckage Paint the cracks and call it brave Tell me again how we’re winning Tell me again I should smile We’re number one in the wreckage Been falling down for a while [Verse 2 - more angry, conversational] Oil in the water, money in the war Another rich man asking what the poor are angry for Allies stop calling, prices keep climbing And everybody’s tired, but nobody’s surprised Hospitals packed, schools getting thin People work two jobs and still can’t win But we got fireworks, speeches, songs So who cares if the math is wrong? [Pre-Chorus - more strained] We clap for the speech With our hands worn out We salute the dream But the dream moved south [Chorus - bigger, rougher] We’re number one in the wreckage Singing proud while the floor gives way Number one in the wreckage Paint the cracks and call it brave Tell me again how we’re winning Tell me again I should smile We’re number one in the wreckage Been falling down for a while [Bridge - quiet, cracked voice] I don’t hate this place That’s the part that hurts I wanted to believe it God, I really did But pride is a pretty little sickness When nobody can pay And the loudest ones in the room Keep selling yesterday [Breakdown - heavy, raw] Say it louder Maybe that’ll make it true Say it louder Maybe no one sees the roof Say it louder Till the whole thing splits God bless the mess We refuse to fix [Final Chorus - emotional, not too perfect] We’re number one in the wreckage Singing proud while the floor gives way Number one in the wreckage Paint the cracks and call it brave Tell me again how we’re winning Tell me again I should smile We’re number one in the wreckage And I’m tired of living in denial [Outro - fading, half-sung] Still saying we’re fine… Still saying we’re blessed… Standing in the wreckage… Calling it progress.
