Text: The Bangkok Five. Who's Gonna Take Us Alive?.

With our hearts of tin
To match these, scars on our faces
We've got all sorts of baggage
From gods favorite place's
We've got minds dark as coal
Fueled by, illicit thoughts
We've got a pimp called regret
And your gonna tell me what?

THEY CAN'T DEAL WITH
WHAT'S INSIDE OF ME
THEY CAN'T BLEACH
WHAT I HAVE SEEN
THEY CAN'T PUSH IT AWAY
THEY CAN'T MAKE IT VAPORIZE

Washing over a sea of faces
Torn down places wash those memories
From the sea of faces
it's coming around again
Coming for us again
No one's gonna take us alive

We got MySpace chicks
In all there favorite positions
Each ones a star
In there own indiscretions
We got Suicide Girls
In all 50 States
They know the teaches of Peaches
And the bangs of Betty Page

Washing over a sea of faces
Torn down places wash those memories
From the sea of faces
it's coming around again
Coming for us again
No one's gonna take us alive

They can't deal with
What's inside of me
They can't bleach
What I have seen
They can't push us away
They can't make us vaporize

Who's gonna take us alive?!

Washing over a sea of faces
Torn down places wash those memories
From the sea of faces
it's coming around again
Coming for us again
No one's gonna take us alive (X2)