It doesn't make a difference how you spin itYou're still spinning round for freeWith all your brilliance and good decisionsYou still end up crying to sleepBy the TV, to the floor, to the kitchenWaking up in a new positionAnd you see me, will you stop, will you listenDon't call meDon't call meUnforgivenIt doesn't make a difference if you start kissing meNo, it doesn't make a difference if you stop kissing meYou might as well kill meYou might as well kill meYou might as well kill meYou might as well kill meYou might as well kill meAs well empty me into the streetTo the lights in the city sceneTo the nights in the fever dreamsTo the cries in the taxiIt'll be alrightTo your friends and the good guysTo the nines and the alibisTo the drinks and the free ridesTo the lies and the party drugsFirst down in the kitchenYou're wondering how to cut off my tongueTo the nights we were too young, too dumb, too in loveTo push them all out of our livesSo here's to the nightsAnd here's to the dreamersHere's to the *Chivalry, diamond, and non-believersTo the gold ageIn the weakestYou get a gold starIf you know how to be decentAnd here's to the girl that was before I met youNot a notch or a flameOr a goddamn virtueTo the nights, the armsThey did me no harmTill I dieTill I dieTill I dieTill I dieHeyHey, yaOoh