Sangtekst: Jet Lag Gemini. Fire The Cannons. The Bad Apples.

Yooou've gottt
Nothing to live for, your a plague
A filthy fucking drain
On the world, and everything it holds
So I'll stop talking to myself, it's getting old
I'm getting old, like this song
So fall in line or fall apart and DIE

Just goooo
Give up hoooope
It's in your booooat along with you
So whatcha gonna do?

Oh is it me or is your status sold
At the mall or in your favorite store
Where adolescent hypocrites would go, to get clothed and then get laid
As they creep their way into some girl that would feel vain if she said...

Gooo
Give up hooope
It's in your booat along with you
Gooo
Give up hooope
It's in your boooaat along with you
So whatcha gonna...

When you lose control, HA!
You'll get it
When you lose it all
You'll get it, get it

*Guitar Solo*

Just goooo
Give up hooope
It's in your boooat along with you
So whatcha gonna do?

(Thanks to quinchtopher for these lyrics)