You all know the fucking score
Everybody on the floor!
Put your hands where I can see them
We're not playing around
One little move
And you're in the ground
We live on our own set of rules
Take everything and everyone down with you
We are a desperate kind
But this is a ruthless time
When I hit rock bottom
I go looking for friends in the filthiest places
Yeah, yeah
I make ends meet cause I'm a bad bad man
When I hit rock bottom, the party has arrived
We won't be taken alive
We live on our own set of rules
Take everything and everyone down with you
We are a desperate kind
But this is a ruthless time
What if they just shut the lights out
So caught up in your digital world
What happens now?
What if they just shut the lights out
And all the city lights go black
What happens now?
What if they just shut the lights out
So caught up in your digital world
What happens now?
Lights out!
You all know the fucking score
Everybody on the floor!
Put your hands where I can see them
We're not fucking around!
One little move and you're in the ground!
Lights out!
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