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