I kinda wanna know that you're down on your luck   Just the way I was when I needed to run, run   You kill a piece of me every time the phone rings   And it ain't your voice d-d-d-down the end of the line      Turn off the light, turn on the dark   We're standing underneath the satellites and the stars   The undergrounds, the underworlds   Full of pretty boys and those fucked up girls      Get out, give in   Just take out what you want   Just take out what you need   Get out, give in   Get out, give in   Just take out what you want   Just take out what you need   Get out, get out, give in      Intro to life, exit to death   Two more bars and we're all out of breath   You killed us all, us under the sun   But the moon saw you and the g-gun       And the gun, and the gun, and the gun, and the gun   The gun, and the gun, and the gun      Get out, give in   Just take out what you want   Just take out what you need   Get out, give in   Get out, give in   Just take out what you want   Just take out what you need   Get out, get out, give in      And the city it burns, the city it burns, burns, burns   And the city it burns, the city it burns, burns, burns      And I still get my sleep but I still keep freaking out   Oh yes I do   And I still get my sleep but I still keep freaking out   Oh yeah I do      And the city it burns, the city it burns, burns, burns   And the city it burns, the city it burns, burns, burns      And I still get my sleep but I still keep freaking out   Oh yes I do   And I still get my sleep but I still keep freaking out      I kinda wanna know that you're down on your luck   Just the way I was when you needed to run