Blond people
Spitting blood
They won
White lies
Cool guys
They can't
What you gonna do
With all that hate
Them (us)
Them (us), us
What you gonna do with
What you gonna do
With all that hate
What you gonna do
With all that hate
(There will be)
There will be no one
Else to blame
Spitting blood
There's a careless whisper
Asking not to fall
But they can't
They can't
Cause in the end
It all comes down to us
It all comes down to us
It all comes down