Lyrics:

Here we are, back to play the same old games
As if things never changed; the blood still tastes the same
Ash to ash, back to back, and dust to dust
You look so upper-crust, so rich with broken trust

Can you hear your conscience crying?
Wash the fields of dead and dying
Ex-acquaintances
Joggin' over skulls and leg bones
Drown the crunch out with your headphones
If you're so rich, then pay for what you've done

Under the influence, under the influence
Keep me off the road when you're around me, oh
Under the influence, under the influence
My love, you make me sick

There you are, a tool of their familiar game
Your lies still smell the same, your kind are still to blame
Upper class, this machine you built to last
Well, you'd better spend it fast: I'm about to break the spell you cast

I'll bury you next to your ego
And mark the grave to burn when we go
Up in flames again
And now, I'm not afraid to kill this:
You are but a fleeting illness!
The emptier, the easier to break

Under the influence, under the influence
Keep me off the road when you're around me, oh
Under the influence, under the influence
My love, you make me sick

Let the clock spin sweetly on its way
(Let the clock spin sweetly on its way)
And your face will blur and fade away
Wash your hands: they reek of what you've done
Just a fraud, just having fun, go!

Under the influence, under the influence
Keep me off the road when you're around me, oh
Under the influence, so insignificant
My love, you make me, oh
Now, dance for me, you fuckin' puppet