Album: The Underground Is a Dying Breed
These drinks are so watered down
We need an escape route and a plan b route now
We were killing for fun,
Gunning down heroes with their backs turned to the sun
Whoa oh
We're still running around
Oh, it takes forever to get anywhere in this town
Last mission, i'm down
Caught in the desert red-handed, and giving up
We're all searching for something
That you're never gonna find if you live in america
We're all working for nothing
Eventually you're gonna die and you'll find out what you were
Whoa oh
Hold on, we're losing control
I need you to know,
If we die right now, i hope
You'll never be alone
Hold on, we're losing control
I need you to know,
If we die right now, i hope
You'll never be alone