Yeah

Whatever

Were you hoping to get out of this hell unscathed?

Well, there’s more to come

We’re only at the outer circle of destruction and hate

Approaching the gate

Sinners at ground level, traitors further down

(Next floor down!)

Are you new at this town?

I wouldn’t advise it but if you want to stay

I’ll show you the way

On these streets are those who drink and steal (so what)

No big deal, just a little fight at the bus stop

Small crimes in a corner shop

Over there is a boy that pretends (he does!) he likes his girlfriend

Behind her back he calls her a loser, he’s just trying to use her

And the girlfriend isn’t far away (so close) selling weed in an alleyway

The pill was making her depressed, she didn’t take the rest

So now to cross the state line she’s committing a few crimes

And if you think this place is tragic, check what happens down the line

Over and over

There’s drama on the street

Crying on my shoulder

Over things you see and hear

Tears and make-up in a club

Heartache and breakup

Next level down is a girl from TV

That everyone thinks they want to be

But be careful what you wish for

You know that in your dreams

Things ain’t always what they seem (they’re not)

Behind the lights and smoke screen

She carries matches, gasoline

Burning bridges, rising stakes

That’s the choice that some make

Life is now right here They want fame

A typical story so tell me if it’s boring

They’re ready to do what it takes

One lies one cheats the other one fakes

They want to take the short cut and get a bigger cut

But remember trust is like a mirror

If it’s broken someone gonna get a cut

Over and over

There’s drama on the street

Crying on my shoulder

Over things you see and hear

Tears and make-up in a club

Heartache and breakup

So boy are you ready to face the devil?

If yes proceed with me to the next level

Out here is an all out war

Killers, betrayal, whole lot more

Will you also sell your soul to make a deal?

And do the things it takes to keep her real?

The choice is yours as they often say

Whatever you choose though you’ll be the one to pay

Over and over

You see drama on the street

Crying on my shoulder

Over things you see and hear

(He said, she said, you seen it all happen outside your door)

Tears and make-up drying on your lips

You know shit’s fucked up

And she moves her hips

Towards the door (it’s an exit)

She will say no more