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The empire's crumblingthose wake up bells are ringingand down in the rubble we are stumbling and singingtalking in circles while bombs burst through last callsand we'll change tomorrow to feel less guilty about not changing at allall of our good times are becoming bad habitswe don't have friends around here, we've got accessoriessearch for love and destiny in basements and bar roomscomputers and coffee shops, sentimental slow tunesget rich quick schemes hopeless escapeswe've got ideas we'll never use and promises we've made to breakwe're so young and prettywe're trendy and tritewe're idle and useless we are social parasitesso let's make a toast to all the resolutions that we, we forgot to maketo sex with everyone's ex-flings and all those awkward casual first datesto the ashtray calendar and glorified self-abuseto the B side of happiness and all those white lies we've beaten black and blueThe empire's crumbling those wake up bells are ringingand down in the rubble we are stumbling and singingtalking in circles while bombs burst through last callsand we'll change tomorrow to feel less guilty about making careers out of taking more than we givei guess all there is to do around here is just live Aus Songtexte Mania