It's not going down like this:
Losing, faking interest
I can't be your sympathist for long

And we listened to the songs we didn't want to hear,
And we drove so fast we invented gears
Now it only makes sense after all these years
You try to pin this down on me

Please, please, don't pin this on me

Hands are clapping on one and three,
And the pins keep falling down on me
Hands are clapping on one and three,
And the pins keep falling, the pins keep falling

Have another drink for me
In the hole where living rooms should be
Where's your sense of decency, my dear?

Now we tried to act happy and we tried to sing,
But every sound that came out was like broken strings
And I can't be surprised that this is happening,
That you would pin this down on me

Please, please, don't pin this on me

Hands are clapping on one and three,
And the pins keep falling down on me
Hands are clapping on one and three,
And the pins keep falling, the pins keep falling