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2003-10-13 - 10:54 a.m.
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All we want is a headrush.
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.
Sex, drugs, god, cash, America
We need something to kill the pain
if all that nothing inside.
Sex, 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 Washington and no one really does.
Ask not what you can do for your country;
Ask what your country did to you.
Sex, drugs, god, cash, America.
The only reason you're still alive is because someone
has decided to let you live.
Sex, 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 fucked.
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.
Sex, drugs, god, cash, America.
This is your life - This is your fucking life.
Sex, 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.
Sex, drugs, god, cash, America.
Someone's writing down your mistakes
Someone's documenting your downfall.
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