Tell me you wanna be an American, tell me you wanna breathe in lights.
Says, "It feels right till I die."
Tell me you wanna see your name on the pavement, tell me you want it, tell me you crave it. Tell me you just can't get enough of this, I say it's cause there's not enough of that.


CHORUS:
If the world said so, you'd follow. For you forgot what's waiting after, can't see past this chapter.

If the world said run, you'd grab your gun and hurt your heart, you'd confront God's art. If the worlds said so.

Smokey air in your lungs, golden words on your tongue. I got news for ya, you're in the newspaper. I got news for ya, you're in the newspaper.

Smokey air in your thoughts, you're living in a porcelain box. I got news for ya, you're in the newspaper. I got news for ya, you're in the newspaper.

REPEAT CHORUS


Told me you wanna be an American, told me you wanna breathe in lights.
Told me you wanna see your name on the pavement. Told me you wanted it, told me you craved it. Told me you just can't get away from this, I say it sounded better when we thought of this