The Mighty Have Fallen - Hoodoo Gurus

We were talking and remarking

The mighty have fallen

They’re knocking 'em down

Open season

There’s just no pleasin'

It’s practically treason to win in this town

I never wanted to be

Part of their petite bourgeoisie

How low, how low, how low can you go?

Bad relations.

Sad occasions

Unfriendly persuasion.

«Just look at the time!»

False impressions.

Endless questions

The least indiscretions are capital crime

Though you’re important to me

You don’t get open sesame

How low, how low, how low can you go?

But you’re no better than me

Don’t tell me how it’s meant to be

How low, how low, how low can you go?