آهنگ: The Casket Lottery. Search Lights.

Search lights cut through our night sky,
searching for the sun.
Sirens scream through the city streets,
hurry someone help someone help someone.
Oh... Over and over it goes...
You'd think we deserved a break.
Search lights come out every night,
searching for the dawn.
Same old night sees the same old crimes,
constantly harming some one.
Oh... Over and over it goes...