You're the proud crowd waiting for
the guinea pigs to die somewhere tonight.
You can't find the time to celebrate and
you have no goodbyes to give away.
You are always telling lies,
you newer show me what you feel inside.
You're boring, you're a waste of time.
Please leave me and I leave you all behind.
We decide what's wrong and right.
We rather loose that fight.
We're going down. And down.
Without us you can not exist.
Without us you don't get no kicks,
but we are going down. |