Against Me! - Ed Is Sexy lyrics
[Against Me! - Ed Is Sexy lyrics]
And if the water dries
The ground shakes and the sky turns black
If it was all over this minute, this second
Is there something that you’d regret?
If we were written as a story
Actors portrayed us in a movie
Our lives sung in a song on the radio
Would it make you want to sing along?
Would it show us all a reason to stay strong?
Alright
And if I could change all that I have become
If I could take all the
Anger and the hate and
Just give it right back to where it came from
I know somewhere I’d find an audience I
Know I’d still find a stage
That would make me want to sing along
That would show us all a
Reason to stay strong
Do an audience and judgment replace
This ticking like a mine?
I look stage left and I look stage right
This is our same move, just a different night
And it goes
I have lost it all and I have found again
All of my reasons it’s trickling to an end
Let the saints with me
Be taken as self-definition
Am I getting through to you?
America
Oh, I’m not sick searching in America
And in this we celebrate all that is not okay
I don’t know what I believe in
I don’t know where I belong
So I scream at the top of my
Lungs and I run in every direction
The ground shakes and the sky turns black
If it was all over this minute, this second
Is there something that you’d regret?
If we were written as a story
Actors portrayed us in a movie
Our lives sung in a song on the radio
Would it make you want to sing along?
Would it show us all a reason to stay strong?
Alright
And if I could change all that I have become
If I could take all the
Anger and the hate and
Just give it right back to where it came from
I know somewhere I’d find an audience I
Know I’d still find a stage
That would make me want to sing along
That would show us all a
Reason to stay strong
Do an audience and judgment replace
This ticking like a mine?
I look stage left and I look stage right
This is our same move, just a different night
And it goes
I have lost it all and I have found again
All of my reasons it’s trickling to an end
Let the saints with me
Be taken as self-definition
Am I getting through to you?
America
Oh, I’m not sick searching in America
And in this we celebrate all that is not okay
I don’t know what I believe in
I don’t know where I belong
So I scream at the top of my
Lungs and I run in every direction