@migu music@

Now do you get it! It's them, not you...

So don't feel so funny

Live for risks, they don't...

There's no fight in them, no spit and fire

Nothing gets them angry

Oh come on, let's go shake the world

Be thrilled by the thought

That it's wild out there

Even if it's really not that great

Getting married? Making babies?

But you haven't been to Paris

The object of the game is to leave town

I want you to be so happy

You will bug them with your presence

They'll say you're wrong, you have no style

I want you to be lean and hungry

Slum geniuses kicking limos

Walking by yourself down Razor Street

I want you to know people who laugh too loud

And have to get drunk to find the right words

And can't sleep 'til the colors are just right

I want you to talk back, be out of line, be peculiar If you don't know your plans, so what?

You should show up at their parties

Frankly state their music's lousy

Their art is stupid, don't be cool

Do mind bottled dressing

Object to instant coffee

And go to movies all alone

look someone in the eyes and say you'll satisfy them, Though you both know the way love is, that's a lie

I want to see your fists in their searchlights

Hear danger from their radio

Take every chance you can to get revenge

No pain killers, take it straight with a twist of anxiety "Patience" means "never"

Don't shake hands,don't smile a lot, not much "please" And "thank you"

Believe in "no", insist on "why"

Want false hopes, expect magic

Put your life on the line for something

Bet on dreams, again and again

Make a country that's fat and smart

That doesn't love to screw its own

And gives, instead of sucks the world dry