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
