your pedal's to the floor and you're looking fine the party's almost over but you move in style got a grab-bag of stuff liquid time cosmic clock tickin' way down in the mine
now your limbs are gone but you're still movin' straight in a pool of blood but you still look great i wanna laugh i wanna cry i'm happy as hell we're all going down it feels just swell
you're gonna crash crash at the end you're gonna crash crash at the end you're gonna crash crash at the end you're gonna crash crash at the end
suckin' black blood suckin' black blood suckin' black blood under the hood suckin' black blood suckin' black blood under the hood never understood
up in smoke such a sad little joke up in smoke up in smoke cities and conquests what a bad joke up in smoke up in smoke
we're gonna crash crash at the end we're gonna crash crash at the end we're gonna crash crash at the end we're gonna crash crash at the end