You've got nothing to live for, you're a plague   A filthy fucking drain on the world and everything it holds   So I stopped talking to myself, it's getting old   I'm getting old like this song   So fall in line or fall apart and die      Just go, give up hope   Sink your boat along with you   So what you gonna do?      Oh, is it me or is your status sold at the mall   Or in your favorite store?   Where adolescent hypocrites would go to get clothed   And then get laid, as they creep their way   Into some girl that would feel vain if she said      Go, give up hope   Sink your boat along with you      Go, give up hope   Sink your boat along with you   So what you gonna do?      When you lose control   You'll get it when you lose it all   You'll get it, get it      Just go, give up hope   Sink your boat along with you      Go, give up hope   Sink your boat along with you   So what you gonna do?