Just heard them saying
You've got yourself to blame
Standing divided
Standing so far away
They don't do collective asperation now, it's true
They don't do, collective asperation
Now we're lying and stealing
Get out of this place, get away from this feeling
For, now
A sweet trap, a borrowed feeling
A vegas nerve elavation, or an argon share sensation
Slow down
We don't do collective asperation now, it's true
We hurt hard and blame ourselves like good men do
So sure as hell, anger makes us stupid
I'm a nervous man
Feels like I've got a good reason now
What a mess we've made
What a beautiful mess you made
I can still hear them crying
What a game to play
What f**ing f**ed up game to play
I can still hear them crying