out in the city
(really gone wasted trash)
this could get tricky
(pretty gone wasted smashed) 
brown paper bags
(really gone wasted trash)
sippin' on mickeys
(pretty gone wasted smashed)
 
Im feelin' risky
no girl can fix me 
Im feelin' funny
they call us junkies 
walkin' on stars
blastin' off far
 
they left us for dead
forgot what we said 
from the start
we knew we were broken
this life is a glitch
something we should fix
from the start
we were ghosts in the machine
 
this place is sketchy
i'm feelin' tipsy 
out with the homies 
in with the crowds 
 
i think your really
(really gone wasted trashed)
i think your pretty
(pretty gone wasted smashed)
dreams of succedin'
(rich, rich, i'm rich)
and heavy breathin' (pretty gone wasted smashed)
 
my circuitry is wired 
imperfect i'm on fire 
do whatcha gotta
i know you're lying
this girl is taking over 
this girl is taking over, over
 
*CHRIS SHELLEY*
oh! you've got your money but it ain't enough
oh! [bad word] your mouth [bad word] ain't enough
oh! your flashy cars and clothes, don't give a [bad word] 
oh oh oh! [bad word] this town so just get lost ohh
 
just get lost 
just get lost
 
move....
 
 [bad word] your mouth [bad word] #39; ain't enough 
 
they left us for dead
forgot what we said 
from the start we knew we were broken
this life is a glitch something we should fix
from the start we were ghosts in the machine