Going Under — Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Nobody cares what you look like And nobody cares what you say Nobody cares for you god sent gift girl You got nothing left to betray Nobody cares what you're saying And nobody cares for your soul Nobody cares where you're going baby You've got nothing left to hold Come on

Well, it feels like you’re going under When you're laying right here Feels like you're going under When you’re laying right here Yeah you’re laying right here

Nobody cares for your secrets And nobody cares what you hide Nobody cares for your shoe size baby You've got nothing left to hide And nobody cares for your rhythm And nobody cares for your rhymes Nobody cares where you're going baby You've got nothing left and you're mine Come on

Well, it feels like you're going under When you're laying right here Feels like you're going under When you're laying right here Yeah you're laying right here

Nobody cares what you look like And nobody cares what you say Nobody cares for you god sent gift girl You've got nothing left to betray And nobody cares for your secrets Nobody cares what you hide Nobody cares where you're going baby You've got nowhere left and you're mine Come on

Well, it feels like you're going under When you're laying right here Feels like you're going under When you're laying right here Yeah you're laying right

Feels like you're going under When you're laying right here Feels like you're going under When you're laying right here Yeah you're laying right here

Come on