The cash is never enough No one shares the water from the golden bath The oil and the forests are on fire Inhaling sulfur we admire Going down Going down Going down Going Going down Going down Going down Going (Down) Since he thought we're too patient He turned on the zeroization The bruises show up on our wrists They dance around the crucifix It's better to kiss the corpses And tighten the corsets Waited for the decade, there it is They dance around the crucifix I'll see their feet Above the ground Hanged on a tree They're rotting out