The Bad Apples

You've got nothing to live for, you're a plague
A filthy fucking drain on the world and everything it holds
So I stopped talking to myself, it's getting old
I'm getting old like this song
So fall in line or fall apart and die

Just go, give up hope
Sink your boat along with you
So what you 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

Go, give up hope
Sink your boat along with you

Go, give up hope
Sink your boat along with you
So what you gonna do?

When you lose control
You'll get it when you lose it all
You'll get it, get it

Just go, give up hope
Sink your boat along with you

Go, give up hope
Sink your boat along with you
So what you gonna do?