Big bang theories in the danger zone
At the Armageddon dance
Nobody gets out nobody goes on
And you’re the last man singing on the microphone
If this is the end then let’s not pretend I’m tired of playing around
Dance with me ‘til the sunshine blurs the ground
You got a little out of control
You dig a little deeper the hole
You got a little out of control
You dig a little deeper the hole
Yeah yeah yeah
(?) a series of fire cry out (?)
The people shout out there’s no room for pity
And the rich die young from looking so greedy
Come with me and leave for this place
They’re never turning around
Let’s get lost in the beats on the underground
You got a little out of control
You dig a little deeper the hole
You got a little out of control
You dig a little deeper the hole
Yeah yeah yeah
You got a little out of control
You dig a little deeper the hole
You got a little out of control
You dig a little deeper the hole
Yeah yeah yeah
You got a little out of control
You dig a little deeper the hole
You got a little out of control
You dig a little deeper the hole
Yeah yeah yeah