There's a moment you know
You're fucked
Not an inch more room
To self destruct
No more moves, oh, yeah
The dead end zone
Man, you just can't call
Your soul your own

But the thing that makes you really jump
Is that the weirdest shit is still to come
You can ask yourself, "Hey what have I done?"
You're just a fly, the little guys, they kill for fun

Man, you're fucked if you just freeze up
Can't do that thing, that keepin' still
But you're fucked if you speak your mind
And you know, uh-huh, you will

Yeah, you're fucked all right and all for spite
You can kiss your sorry ass goodbye
Totally fucked, will they mess you up?
Well, you know they're gonna try

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah

Disappear, yeah, well, you wanna try
Wanna bundle up into some big ass lie
Long enough for them to all just quit
Long enough for you to get out of it

Yeah, you're fucked all right and all for spite
You can kiss your sorry ass goodbye
Totally fucked, will they mess you up?
Well, you know they're gonna try
Yeah, you're fucked all right and all for spite
You can kiss your sorry ass goodbye
Totally fucked, will they mess you up?
Well, you know they're gonna try

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah

Totally fucked

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Duncan Sheik, Steven Sater