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Skilled, professional teams have created, In magnificent sweatshops, This gold-plated plastic gangster With a car crash for a soul Keep the motor running Let the good times roll On over the precipice My life came flat-packed Inside, it's falling to pieces But the surface remains intact At the drive-in with a car crash for a soul You call this a party? It feels like a funeral And we thought we'd died alone These braindead functions never felt like fun And now's the time for us to say, "If we're gonna crash, they're gonna pay" Yeah, yeah Tonight we shine so bright Tonight we kill the light Our star is rising Yours is falling Shopping's just like sex in pornos: Letras de cancionesUrgent and joyless "I'm so modern everything is pointless" With this smashed-up, burned out car crash for a soul There's no big "fuck you" We just lost all self-control And we thought we'd died alone These branded boxes never felt like home And now's the time for us to say, "If they're gonna screw these corpses, they're gonna pay" Yeah, yeah Tonight we shine so bright Tonight we kill the light Our star is rising Yours is falling From Letras Mania