It's like a bad western: nobody asks questions until the shootout is done. Do you think I'm a bad person for cursing in that song?

I know I'll never make it, but at least I can say I tried, and no matter where I take it, my dreams, they never die.

Warm your frozen trends in the blazing fire fueled by the American Empire. Time can crush you. We've lost all our virtues. It's not okay.

I know I'll never make it, but at least I can say I tried, and no matter where I take it, my dreams, they'll never die.

Holding on, I want my fifteen seconds of fame. Holding on, I'll never let go... well, I might.