Skilled, professional teams have created,

In magnificent sweatshops,

This gold-plated plastic gangster

With a car crash for a soul

Keep the motor running

Let the good times roll

On over the precipice

My life came flat-packed

Inside, it's falling to pieces

But the surface remains intact

At the drive-in with a car crash for a soul

You call this a party?

It feels like a funeral



And we thought we'd died alone

These braindead functions never felt like fun

And now's the time for us to say,

"If we're gonna crash, they're gonna pay"

Yeah, yeah



Tonight we shine so bright

Tonight we kill the light

Our star is rising

Yours is falling



Shopping's just like sex in pornos:

Urgent and joyless

"I'm so modern everything is pointless"

With this smashed-up, burned out car crash for a soul

There's no big "FUCK YOU"

We just lost all self-control



And we thought we'd died alone

These branded boxes never felt like home

And now's the time for us to say,

"If they're gonna screw these corpses, they're gonna pay"

Yeah, yeah



Tonight we shine so bright

Tonight we kill the light

Our star is rising

Yours is falling