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dogma

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 anywayWe used to hate people

Now we just make fun of them

It's more effective that wayWe 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 forLet'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 sayingSex, drugs, God, cash

Sex, drugs, God, America

We need something to kill the pain

Of all that nothing insideSex, drugs, God, cash

Sex, drugs, God, America

We all just want to die a little bitWe fear that pop culture

Is the only kind of culture we're ever gonna have

We want to stop reading magazines

Stop watching TV, stop caring about HollywoodBut 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 youSex, drugs, God, cash

Sex, drugs, God, America

The only reason you're still alive

Is because someone has decided to let you liveSex, drugs, God, cash

Sex, drugs, God, America

We owe so much money

We're not broke, we're broken

We're so poor we can't even pay attentionSo 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 languagesYou are more than the sum of what you consume

Desire is not an occupation

You are alternately thrilled and desperate

Sky high and fuckedLet'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 goingSex, drugs, God, cash

Sex, drugs, God, America

This is your life

This is your fucking life

AmericaSex, drugs, God, cash

Sex, drugs, God, America

We need something to kill the pain

Of all that nothing inside

America, AmericaQuit whining, you haven't done

Anything wrong because frankly

You haven't done much of anythingSex, drugs, God, cash

Sex, drugs, God, America

Someone's writing down your mistakes

Someone's documenting your downfall

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