Ain't nothing worth watching on the TV today   I can't stand working and there ain't no fucking shade   Prayer is for weaklings, I'm banking on luck   This city, my looks and not giving a fuck      It's seems these days we're all sinking fast   These days turned to weeks, now we're too weak to last      Little triggers, how do you do?   I've been waiting, waiting for you      You look around, the sky is dead brown   The remnants of the work week are scattered around   I hear it's raining on the outside   These veins are burning this gasoline tonight      Remember the hippies?   Well that's us these days   Hang another flag on this watery grave      It all went down and it's still going down   Yeah, it's all going down