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 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 Run 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 ♪ 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 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 But I still want a little more Thank you very much! It's been a great time Thank you very much, Columbus ♪ Woah, sit down, sit down We're wasting time standing up