In the end what's left
Won't be your feathered hair or your fake breasts or your fast food or your slow death
All the rallies and all the marches,
All the fireworks and all the garbage
The politics of hate and your so called friends
And I'll stop now if you know how this ends
Last chance to dance and then slip away
No love, just sex the american way

We're going down now
We're already dead
We're going down now
We're already dead

The politics of hate and your so called friends
And I'll stop now if you know how this ends
Last chance to dance and then slip away
No love, just sex the american way
The american way

We're going down now
We're already dead
We're going down now
We're already dead