choke me on the microphone,
this cursive cord around my neck
your script's too plain to read
design; fabricate what's next
the counterfeit prototype
of everything that's so right
with trigger happy showtunes
and they're playing out tonight
don't sweat, don't show the audience
you can't make mistakes
you've got to make them buy you're a fake
down, down, down, down, down going down tonight
don't stop me, please stop me
hesitating. (and i'm so sick of contemplating)
down, down, down, down, down going down tonight
hot breathing into me
we won't let this slip again now
four more dead. four more dead.
and for the record, who can tell me why?
penmanship and parting lips
are commonplace with lies
we won't let this slip again
we're let it break before
cause censorship and broken lips can't take,
they need more
don't sweat, don't show the audience
you can't make mistakes
you've got to make them buy you're a fake
down, down, down, down, down going down tonight
don't stop me, please stop me
hesitating. (and i'm so fucking sick of waiting)
down, down, down, down, down going down tonight
hot breathing into me
we won't let this slip again now
four more dead. four more dead.
we won't let this one slip again
