The Death of One Thing or Another

Brand New Sin

There it is.
We have it our best try
And if you're so dumb
That you still don't know why
It's down the toilet

This might come as a surprise
But I sure do love to spoil it

We see you coming
And we know that you must have
Pockets full of dirt and dust and

Ashes, ashes
We all fall down

Settle for something
To simply suffice and
Dry your tears
For the love of your life
Is gone forever.
Kiss it goodbye

Let's all join hands
And jump together
Towards a glorious meeting
We ascend to
And turn our weary, sorrowful bodies into

Ashes, ashes
We all fall down.