I wanna ride on a love rocket til the ocean looks like a teaspoonful I want an unloaded gun and cock it till the look on your face tells me i'm not dull I wanna hide away on another planet where no one can phone in my grief ahh my daily dose of physical beauty My American Beauty
Tell me do you tire of television predicting what you'll wear next year what you'll wear oh what you'll wear Tell me do you tire of American Beauty My American beauty
I'm tired of ridin on a roller coaster I keep fallin off the track it wouldn't matter if it wasn't so far just to get a little back sometimes i leave the earth and then I'm happy and then i run out of fuel fallin down I relive the same mistakes in my American Beauty
Tell me do you tire of population predicting what you'll hear next year what you'll hear oh what you'll hear Tell me do you tire of American Beauty My American beauty
They have control They have control They have control They have control They have control They have control They have control Well tell me who the fuck are they
Tell me do you tire of television predicting what you'll wear next year what you'll wear oh what you'll wear Tell me do you tire of American Beauty My American beauty
Tell me do you tire of population predicting what you'll hear next year what you'll hear oh what you'll hear Tell me do you tire of American Beauty My American beauty