Žodžiai dainai: Smoke Or Fire. This Sinking Ship. Little Bohemia.

The stars don't shine above my night
The city lights are too fucking bright
So let's let them burn till the morning comes
There's laughter and poison to shade our eyes

And if you're looking for the rest of us
We're probably hanging out by the bar
Looking for quarters for the pool table
We got the jukebox playing G'n'R

Another round of this for all my friends
I thought those summer nights would never end
We all could open up our mouths and say

We are not the world

I could sit in this spot all day
And see nothing around me change
We could open our mouths and say
That we won't be a part of it

Are you listening or waiting to speak
In this conversation
Are you listening at all

I could sit in this spot all day
And see nothing around me change

We are not the world