We're waiting on vultures
We're bags of blood
There's no knight coming in on horseback
It's a fight for a knife in the mud
We're a prayer unanswered
We're the cure that never came
We're Detroit wheels, we're American steel
Rusting out in the rain
We ain't going down easy
We ain't going down at all
We're never gonna die
We're never gonna die
We're biting on buckshot
We're a suitcase full of bees
We're the dog that got run over
Trying to scratch off the fleas
We're starving cannibals
Praying for manna to eat
We're the moldering flesh on the bones of Old Glory
Wreaking out in the street
We ain't going down easy
We ain't going down at all
We're never gonna die
We're never gonna die
We're a bootleg surgeon in an unmarked car
We're the dying light of collapsing stars
Say a prayer to your savior, the Lord of the Flies
'Cause we ain't ever
We ain't ever gonna die
We're never gonna die
