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All we want is a head-rush |
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All we want is to get out of our skin for a while |
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We have nothing to lose because we don't have anything |
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Anything we want anyway... |
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We used to hate people |
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Now we just make fun of them |
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It's more effective that way |
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We don't live |
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We just scratch on, day to day |
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With nothing but matchbooks and sarcasm in our pockets |
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And all we are waiting for is for something worth waiting for |
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Let's admit America gets the celebrities we deserve |
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Let's stop saying, "Don't quote me" because if no one quotes you |
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You probably haven't said a thing worth saying |
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(Sex, drugs, God, cash |
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Sex, drugs, God... America) |
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We need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside |
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(Sex, drugs, God, cash |
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Sex, drugs, God... America) |
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We all just want to die a little bit |
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We fear that pop-culture is the only kind |
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Of culture we're ever going to have |
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We want to stop reading magazines |
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Stop watching TV |
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Stop caring about Hollywood |
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But we're addicted to the things we hate |
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We don't run Washington and no one really does |
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Ask not what you can do for your country |
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Ask what your country did to you |
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(Sex, drugs, God, cash |
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Sex, drugs, God... America) |
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The only reason you're still alive is because someone |
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Has decided to let you live |
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(Sex, drugs, God, cash |
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Sex, drugs, God... America) |
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We owe so much money, we're not broke - we're broken |
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We're so poor we can't even pay attention |
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So what do you want? |
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You want to be famous and rich and happy |
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But you're terrified you have nothing to offer this world |
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Nothing to say and no way to say it |
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But you can say it in three languages |
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You are more than the sum of what you consume |
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Desire is not an occupation |
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You are alternately thrilled and desperate |
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Sky high and fucked |
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Let's stop praying for someone to save us and start saving ourselves |
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Let's stop this and start over |
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Let's go out - let's keep going |
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(Sex, drugs, God, cash |
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Sex, drugs, God... America) |
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This is your life - this is your fucking life |
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(America... |
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Sex, drugs, God, cash |
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Sex, drugs, God... America) |
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We need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside |
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(America... America) |
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Quit whining, you haven't done anything wrong because frankly |
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You haven't done much of anything |
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(Sex, drugs, God, cash |
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Sex, drugs, God... America) |
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Someone's writing down your mistakes |
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Someone's documenting your downfall |