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