(M. Jagger/K. Richards). Back to zero. So you wanna blow us all to pieces. Go meet your maker head hung down. And give him all your explanations. Go ahead throw down. Back to zero back to nothing. Straight to meltdown back to zero. That's where we're heading. It's a monkey living on my back. I can feel my spine begin to crack. I'm looking to the future. I keep on glancing back. I prefer to rot. I don't want to pop. I think I'll head back to the jungle alright. Don't want to see no big bad rumble too fright. Back to zero that's where we're going. Back to nothing right now right now. No heroes? No more heroes. Back to meltdown. That's where I'm going back to zero. My whole life is hanging on a thread. I'm the fly inside the spider's web. I'm looking to the future. I keep on glancing back. I prefer to rot. I don't want to pop. I worry about my great grandchildren. Living ten miles beneath the ground. I worry about their whole existence. The whole damn thing's in doubt. Back to zero that's where we're going. Back to nothing that's where we're heading. Straight to meltdown that's where we're going. Back to zero right now right now. We're going nowhere. Right now right now. Back to zero that's where we're heading. Back to zero.