We've got one chance to break out
And we need it now
Cause I'm sick and tired of waiting

Sick of this $#&@ing apartment

Love me or leave me or rip me apart

This is the voice that I was given and
If you don't like it take a long walk
Off of the shortest pier you can find


And I'll be singing it out I'll be singing...
Oh,Mr.Magazine I never wrote one single thing for you

Or your so-called music scene
You don't mean a thing to me


Pick it up,pick it up,it's what you wanted
Pick it up,pick it up,and you need it too
Pick it up,pick it up,it's what you wanted

Pick it up,pick it up

When they review the debut

What if the critics hate you
Don't worry cause they
Might just catch somebody off their feet

Well they can love it,or leave it,or rip it apart
We're living while we're singing
So I guess that's a step in the right direction

Clever composition in the honesty,honesty

Oh,Mr.Magazine I never wrote one single thing for you

Or your so-called music scene
You both mean %#@! to me


Pick it up,pick it up,it's what you wanted
Pick it up,pick it up,and you need it too
Pick it up,pick it up,it's what you wanted

Pick it up,pick it up

So save your breath and the money you spent

Go work in retail and spare the suspense
Just don't take chances on anything at all
Anything at all


So afraid of anything that may not come that easy
Too afraid of anything you may not have seen before

So afraid of anything that may not come that easy
Too afraid of anything that may not


Pick it up,pick it up,it's what you wanted
Pick it up,pick it up,and you need it too
Pick it up,pick it up,it's what you wanted

Pick it up,pick it up

So save your breath and the money you spent

Go work in retail and spare the suspense
Just don't take chances on anything at all
Anything at all