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

Of all that nothing inside

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

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

Skyhigh 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

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

Someone's writing down your mistakes

Someone's documenting your downfall