Waiting For A Bomb 1998 version by Moral Crux Lyrics

You think there's something strange about the things I believe
Cynical upstart, got my heart on my sleeve
So proud of their executives, they advertise downtown
But the fear of murder remains all around

And I'm wait-wait-wait-wait-
Wait-wait-wait-wait-
Waiting for a bomb
Wait-wait-wait-wait-
Wait-wait-wait-wait-
Waiting for a bomb

Television apartments with their wall plaster cracking
From LA's mouth to Manhattan's nostrils
Metropolitan heartache, get your love through the phone
Desolation at dawn in bed
Stories from the street dance through your head

And I'm wait-wait-wait-wait-
Wait-wait-wait-wait-
Waiting for a bomb
Wait-wait-wait-wait-
Wait-wait-wait-wait-
Waiting for a bomb
Wait-wait-wait-wait-
Wait-wait-wait-wait-
Waiting for a bomb
[Guitar lead]

Waiting for a bomb
Waiting for a bomb
[x3]

Waiting, waiting
Waiting for a bomb
[x4]