Oh, so glad we know just what to do.
Sounds like breaking glass.
Tumblin' 'round in the dark, makes me laugh.
Everyone's going to be happy.
Sitting 'round, smoking cigarettes,
Night full of gambles, luck, and silly bets.
Like last time; we'd been playing.
But they don't know what we're saying.
They're young and still breathing.
The short end of class put on trial,
It's too late, they've tasted their fate, they've tried it all.
By the flickering of the streetlight,
Illegitimate brother, we are all goners.
