Going Under - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club (黑色叛逆摩托车俱乐部)

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