The police took away all the fun we got
And the landlords still own everything we bought
I can't think of anything else to do - let's rot


We're losing every single thing we fought
No matter how cool, the devil makes it hot

I can't think of anything else to do - let's rot

The fun starts when our hearts stop beating

We'll turn party-blue when the flies start eating.
All our cells with lose their structure
Eventually our skin will rupture

From bone our tendons will detach
About the time the maggots hatch.