Bet Your Life You Know, I've Always Wanted To Throw A Drink In Your Face
Tell me, am I gonna die?
I've never been more scared in my whole life.
Fingers all point to the sky.
It's clear now that we've made some big mistakes.
Now, tell me, are we going to hell?
And how could it be worse than this?
After losing it all,
I'm not sure that I'd reject the change.
Tell me, am I gonna die?
I admit that I didn't see it coming.
I guess you could call me naive,
But I only subscribed to the national dream.
Are we to blame for everything?
Or did we do all that we could?
I wish I could say our hands are clean,
But we f..cked this up collectively.
Who will be left to pick up the pieces?
Will they be picked up at all?
It's such a shame to throw it all away
When we know it could be so much more.
