And I'm going straight to hell For all the thoughts that I'm thinking I think I'll stick around And you're going down, down down
I think I need your touch- To be the bearer of bad news We barely left the ground I know you did what you had to But you're going down, down, down
So lie your way out of this one again Cry? I think I won't this time. I'll take you for all that you are.
Still swimming fast and hard Don't bother lookin for me You won't find me anywhere You won't find me anywhere You won't find me anywhere
And I'm going straight to hell For all the thoughts that I'm thinking I think I'll stick around And you're going down, down down