Try to open up

This should be a love song

A song for the road

A song to lighten the load

Give em' some sugar to get it down

Some sweet nothingness, a kiss

Don't twist the arms

Don't pull the legs

Steal something and say it

Loud and proud...we're listening

There is a house built with recycled bricks

This one here is for the future

Do what you want

This is AMERICA

Buy out the originals and build museums

They're gonna come for you

Bearing gifts to comfort you

Radio say's: I'll be here for you

You make friends with liars

So why not killers?

Being sentimental, doesn't mean there's no future

So do what you want

Maybe we'll join you

and write a lovesong