Going Down
it's loose lips sinking ships tonight
it's loose lips sinking ships tonight
Going down, going down, oh
The scene's so slippery
those suckers cut my ripcord as I quit the shoot
slippin through my grip I hit the ground
Make it sound like the rain
like the rain
All the way to the fall
You can think twice or not at all...
This girl's a cluster of light
Drips I think of lipstick burnt round fingertips
Sometimes guitars make her sick
Going down, going down, oh