I wake up, I see the cracks in the walls
I think this building is [bad word] down soon.
I step out, I breathe. I'm back on the street
I think this body has got [bad word] down soon.
And in my machine, as cold as routine
I think this city [bad word] down soon.

Watching the light on the dash
Warning that we're gonna crash
One last time let's drive round again.
Now I see your face in the mirror
Fading [bad word] careers
One last time, so drive round again

Postmodern and bored, exhaling with cool
like some hackers we're gonna break through soon.
Exhausting and burning these gallons of fuel
I think these systems are gonna break down soon
And in my machine, if you're my routine
You'll keep this body [bad word] down so soon.

Watching the light on the dash
Warning that we're gonna crash
One last time let's drive round again.
Now I see your face in the mirror
Fading [bad word] careers
One last time, so drive round again