We're terrified but we're fighting it, we're losing but we'll deal with that. It's a constant bout of panic, we got tricks to help us manage it. Like bathtubs and benzos, long distance phone calls. It feels like we're dying but we gotta keep trying to live! We'll never join them, so pick your poison, gather the coins up from underneath the cushion. Spike your leather, charge your hair, there's got to be trouble somewhere. Let's take the long way like the old days aw can you take me anywhere from here?! We didn't come this far to turn back now.