So we're led by denial like lambs to the slaughter Serving empires of style and carbonated sugar water And the old farm road's a four-lane that leads to the mall And our dreams are all guillotines waiting to fall.
If I'm gonna go down I'm gonna do it with style. You won't hear me surrender, you won't hear me confess cause you've left me with nothing but I have worked with less.
So I'll walk the plank and I'll jump with a smile. If I'm gonna go down, I'm gonna do it with style, and you won't see me surrender, you won't hear me confess, 'Cuz you've left me with nothing, but i've worked with less.