Gimme sweat and adrenaline
Gimme something I can believe
This music's stale, these drinks are weak


Drop down, give it ten
We've been falling asleep

Wake up, watch out
Now we've got ourself deep
The party died, the mood got cheap

Stale lust, fake heart
Like a hole in the head
White washed, white bread

We'd be better off dead
The feeling's gone, the passion left


Today it ain't over till it's over
But hey
We ain't running from our fate

So stay
Dig a hole, arrange the flowers
This dying scene has nothing left to say

Dial 9-1... and wait

Push, pop, talk, shop

Keep it pretty and sweet
Stand still, no frills
Where the hell have I been

And why's everyone look like a junkie
(Sit down, shut up)
Yeah look bored, unsure, so clever indeed

No game, so tame, I got places to be
While you're starring at your feet


Today it ain't over till it's over
But hey
We ain't running from our fate

So stay
Dig a hole, arrange the flowers
This dying scene has nothing left to say

Dial 9-1... and wait
Dial 9-1... and wait


Tonight we fight for something more
Then what we lost
The ambulance outside the house

The fire's dead so shut your mouth
And let it all come crashing down


Today it ain't over till it's over
But hey
We ain't running from our fate

So stay
Dig a hole, arrange the flowers
This dying scene has nothing left to say

So dial 9-1... and wait
Dial 9-1... and wait