Your sister better not convince the crowd
it's loose lips sinking ships tonight
it's loose lips sinking ships tonight
Going down, going down, oh

The scene's so slippery
those suckers cut my ripcord as I quit the shoot
slippin through my grip I hit the ground
Make it sound like the rain
like the rain

All the way to the fall
You can think twice or not at all...

This girl's a cluster of light
Drips I think of lipstick burnt round fingertips
Sometimes guitars make her sick
Going down, going down, oh