You're like hi-fi sound
Yeah, I could shake it all night
All of our bodies pressed together in the half-light
But if the 'verbs will fade
We'll be left behind,
All high on crack at this time
There's no countdown

I got a pocketful of loose change,
One less guitar,
And my puke-stained fingers into the bar
Like some silent Jesus
One step short of self-denial
I'm just letting go and letting God come and cut me down to size

You were born with my future in your mouth, with my future in your mouth
You were born with my future in your mouth, with my future in your mouth
You were born my future, I was born with no future at all

You were born with my future in your mouth, with my future in your mouth
You were born with my future in your mouth, with my future in your mouth
You were born my future, I was born with no future at all
You were born my future, I was born with no future at all
With no future at all x 2