They would pluck us from the lives we're living With no fucks given and profit from the pain Forcing you and I to feel like children 'cause if they didn't we wouldn't be too scared to say That we don't wanna live inside a hellhole And waste our energy on all these assholes. I've gone to the platform. Spent a long time waiting with ceilings Dripping as mice run through the rain. Why do we accept the hand we're given? The dealer's grinning, she knows we're terrified of change But we don't wanna live inside a hellhole And give our money to some fucking asshole. We don't wanna live inside a hellhole. I'm gone. I'm gone. We don't wanna live inside a hellhole. I'm gone.