Skilled, professional teams have created,   In magnificent sweatshops,   This gold-plated plastic gangster   With a car crash for a soul   Keep the motor running   Let the good times roll   On over the precipice   My life came flat-packed   Inside, it's falling to pieces   But the surface remains intact   At the drive-in with a car crash for a soul   You call this a party?   It feels like a funeral      And we thought we'd died alone   These braindead functions never felt like fun   And now's the time for us to say,   "If we're gonna crash, they're gonna pay"   Yeah, yeah      Tonight we shine so bright   Tonight we kill the light   Our star is rising   Yours is falling      Shopping's just like sex in pornos:   Urgent and joyless   "I'm so modern everything is pointless"   With this smashed-up, burned out car crash for a soul   There's no big "fuck you"   We just lost all self-control      And we thought we'd died alone   These branded boxes never felt like home   And now's the time for us to say,   "If they're gonna screw these corpses, they're gonna pay"   Yeah, yeah      Tonight we shine so bright   Tonight we kill the light   Our star is rising   Yours is falling