Your sister better not convince the crowd It's loose lips sinking ships tonight It's loose lips sinking ships tonight Going down, going down, oh The scene's so slippery Those s**ers cut my ripcord as I quit the shoot Slippin through my grip I hit the ground Make it sound like the rain Like the rain All the way to the fall You can think twice or not at all... This girl's a cluster of light Drips(?) I think of lipstick burnt round fingertips Sometimes guitars make her sick Going down, going down, oh