The situations progressed
We built this city on rock and roll
That's my only regret
But bad is never good till there's worse

(Scatter the ash, Scatter the ash)
Of our homes
(Scatter the ash, Scatter the ash)
Of our homes

At the advisor's request
They suggest
That we blame someone else
That we blame someone else

And we all say nothing more
Lay down your hands over your eyes
Our hearts don't beat like before
Bathing in the river of half hearted souls

Take me away from everything
We gathered wings of an angel
And we flew up to the gates (to be with God)
But when we got to the sun
We lost our wings up to the flames
And sold our souls to the devil
Devil
Devil
Devil
Devil
Devil, devil