You're the proud crowd waiting forthe guinea pigs to die somewhere tonight.
You can't find the time to celebrate andyou have no goodbyes to give away.
You are always telling lies,you never 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 than 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.