Down
Down
Down
Down
Walking through the city
Liqour in my body
Liquor in my coat
Going over the roots of sitting in a corner
But i'm heading for a fire with a bucket full of girls just to feel it
Don't feel a thing
That's why you phoned in and ringed
We're going down, going down, going down if we don't turn around
We're going down, going down, going down if we don't turn around
We've got acustomed to the feeling of being dishonest
We're going down, going down, going down if we don't turn around
Down
Down
Down
Down
Bursted to a mirror fining with a century
Birds hanging in the kitchen working to the bee
Stand in the middle with an endless heart full of silence
It cutst through your voice
A knife of white noise
We're going down, going down, going down if we don't turn around
We're going down, going down, going down if we don't turn around
We've got acustomed to the feeling of being dishonest
We're going down, going down, going down if we don't turn around
We've got acustomed to the feeling o being dishonest
We're going down, going down, going down if we don't turn around
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down