There's a strange cloud over the city it casts a shadow cold and black like a cemetary this ground is hallowed in the land of a lost god in the land of a lost cause the dead city washington the world looks to you washington the dead city column's stand tall like roman temples the mall is emptied warnings sound of unknown rebels peace but a memory in the land of lost god in the land of lost cause the dead city in the land of the lost yeah, we'll bury the cross america this is my home we do what we have to living in a dead city