Don’t believe me when I say I’ve got enough Because I don’t know what that means
This one is for country, for god and love of money They’re the same thing, there’s no wrong it seems, and I’m wondering if what it means Is that I was never like you and it’s because of what you do You won’t hesitate, no, to isolate, isn’t this great? Let’s call it fate, yeah
I’m not like them, with their bulletproof hearts These empty men will tear you and I apart End over end, and as the world spins so Do we all end up just like them?
Hollywood contagion, it happens all backstage and I want to be so much more than me but more than just celebrity Isn’t this confusing? Is hardship so amusing? We trivialize, live in disguise, and accept ever greater lies
They’re making us feel pain for their gain, with their bulletproof and leaden hearts Sometimes I can’t help but feel shame that they’ve gotten everything from the start But their dreams aren’t made, they’re bought and sold by me and you
Their dreams are unfounded Don’t say I’ve got enough