You don't have to be a mathematician

To know we got your number here

Don't take no magician

Just to make you disappear

Hey now your number means nothing

Going down

Going down

And that's for real

Standing on top of the mountain

Just wishing that you could fly

Just one push my friend

See you off the other side

Flying over the houses

Killing fields

You're going down

And that's for real

Blow out your candle

Go on make a death wish

And burn some bridges along the way

Heard some fool saying

Life's a bitch and then you die

Why he's just marching in the sad parade

Hey now your number means nothing

You're going down

You're going down

Going down

And that's for real

You don't have to be a mathematician

To know we got your number here