KMFDM Follow

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

Sex, drugs, God, cash, America

We need something to kill the pain
Of 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