Of course sometimes shit go down When it's a billion dollars on an elevator I woke up like this, I woke up like this We flawless, ladies tell 'em Say "I look so good tonight" God damn, God damn, God damn Dum-da-de-da Do, do, do, do, do, do (Coming down,

How long has this been going on? 'Cause I ain't quite as dumb as I seem. To break up our singing this way, But there ain't any use in pretending. It could happen to us any day. Well, if friends with their fancy persuasion Don't admit that it's part of a

That's just the way of the world They gonna keep on twiddlin' them thumbs Skiddly-dee-da-dum-dum Skiddly-dee-da-dum (skiddly-dee-da-dum) And so, they keep on twiddlin' them thumbs 'Cause that's just the way of the world It never ends till the end, then

I don't wanna play games no more No more, no I don't wanna play no more I spent my 19th birthday in the hospital With my brother and my mum And I know it sounds dumb but I felt like I lost it all The pain's compulsory, suffering's optional Takeshi's

Um ba ba be It's the terror of knowing what this world is about Watching some good friends screaming, 'Let me out' This is our last dance Mmm num ba de Dum bum ba be Doo buh dum ba beh beh Pressure pushing down on me Pressing down on you, no man ask for

Um ba ba be It's the terror of knowing what the world is about Watching some good friends screaming Pressure on people, people on streets People on streets This is our last dance Mmm num ba de Dum bum ba be Doo buh dum ba beh beh

Is it guilty in here, or is it just me? What became of all the boys Who only want one thing? Will someone tell me what I'm doin' wrong 'Cause the good ones all got wedding rings And the young ones are just too dumb And I don't think I have any more Room

Goodbye Sister Disco With your flashing trash lamps And to your clubs and your tramps My dancing's left you behind Goodbye, now you're solo Black plastic; deaf, dumb and blind As I walked through that hospital door I was sewn up like a coat I got a smile

La la, di da da da dum Sing us a song tonight Oh, la la la, di da da Sing us a song you're the piano man Well we're all in the mood for a melody And you got us feeling alright It's nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There's an old

Murda on the beat with the murder man Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand Steppin' on his dope like a step dad Too turnt up, can't help that Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax Watch so dumb it got kept back Bitch so thick, she can't help that 'Cause she