It's like a bad western: nobody asks questions until the 
shootout is done. Do you think I'm a bad person for 
cursing in that song? I know I'll never make it, but at 
least I can say I tried, and no matter where I take it, 
my dreams, they never die. Warm your frozen trends in the 
blazing fire fueled by the American Empire. Time can 
crush you. We've lost all our virtues. It's not okay. I 
know I'll never make it, but at least I can say I tried, 
and no matter where I take it, my dreams, they'll never 
die. Holding on, I want my fifteen seconds of fame. 
Holding on, I'll never let go... well, I might.