That night that you got on a plane to Los Angeles
I turned back into the me that I was
That guy that would go out to buy a new !@$^o and come back with twenty

The pervert you love
And as I drove I remembered that you made a tape
For me to play if I ever had a lonely day

I slipped it in and the Stereophonics came on singing about matches

Well at least someone still believes in the melody

I, I think that I've heard it already but I
I think that I must admit that as bad as it gets
Someone still believes


The sound of American radio's making me feel like I just killed
My mom and my dad

These pop songs are meant to be simple so people who make them we take them And break them in half
But as I drove I remembered that you made a tape
For me to play if I my ears were ever being raped

I slipped it in and the Tragically Hip came on singing about matches

Well at least someone still believes in the melody

I, I think that I've heard it already but I
I think that I must admit that as bad as it gets
Someone still believes


WhhoooAAAAAAWhhooo
WhhoooAAAAAAWhhooo

WhhoooAAAAAAWhhooo
Whhooo


Well at least someone still believes in the melody
I, I think that I've heard it already but I
I think that I must admit that as bad as it gets

Well at least someone still believes in the melody
I, I think that I've heard it already but I
I think that I must admit that as bad as it gets

Someone still believes in the melody
I, I think that I've heard it already but I
I think that I must admit

Someone still believes in the melody
I, I think that I've heard it already but I
I think that I must admit