If this is the end
and these white coats and this medicine
is my [bad word] zone
and my new best friend.

shall we cue the violins
cos' this life is made of violence
sixteen, he's already on his way
next victim the clouds and the pearly gates

when the room goes quiet
nobody knows
and its all your fault
and its all your fault

wish that i was younger
wish that i was smart enough
to keep [bad word] keep my head straight

oh you can be my headache
and i'll make your name famous
you say.
showing you just how cool he is
the powders could be the catalyst

when the room goes quiet
nobody knows what to say
and the room goes quiet
and they don't (and its all your fault)
and its all your fault

When the room goes quiet
nobody knows what to say
this is the part when we say what a shame
this is the part where we shoulder all the blame

my friends owe it to themselves
to get a grip and cherish their good health
don't want the room to go quiet
and have to think of things to say

when the room goes quiet (goes quiet)
and the room goes
and its all your fault
and its all your fault