Goldman Sachs

And here he comes Tell me, do you feel Anything at all? I doubt that its much And he thinks we know, we all know I can't imagine it's much Now I don't know about you But I don't think its all that I don't think its all that The bar is in hell You've really got some brushing up to do The bar is in hell And we're all going down with you What's the point in trying when I'm all messed up with nowhere to go and All dressed up with no one to know and There's this inescapable global meltdown? The plastic in my blood will never breakdown Let's see if I Can make some time Make some time to work out what is going on Let's see if I can make some time And this isn't it How's your new name? Are you enjoying this? And you inherited it On a birthday So, here's your sacrilege For your sainthood For your sainthood And will you be there at the end of the world? There's a dagger sticking out your back You only need it when you're feeling bad You're always take and give none back If it's the other way then We're all living at the end of the world And that's that And that's that