Are you a fan
of heart attacks that rip through your chest
and through your skin
Your head caves in
Crushed by the pressure caused by sinking
Too deep to swim.
Regrets will burn
I hope they hurt.
Come Saturday
You'll drive away
and leave us all behind you
Cash in your chips and hit the road
I can't wait.
We'll all be better off come
Sunday.
Regrets will burn
I hope they hurt
This is where I watch your ship go down
The sharks are circling 'round.
Fire your flares into the sky.
No one will save you tonight