Sascha Konietzko - Dogma lyrics

All we want is a head-rush All we want is to get out of our skin for a while We have nothing to lose because we don't have anything Anything we want anyway... We used to hate people Now we just make fun of them It's more effective that way We don't live We just scratch on, day to day With nothing but matchbooks and sarcasm in our pockets And all we are waiting for is for something worth waiting for Let's admit America gets the celebrities we deserve Let's stop saying, "Don't quote me" because if no one quotes you You probably haven't said a thing worth saying (Sex, d**, God, cash Sex, d**, God... America) We need something to k** the pain of all that nothing inside (Sex, d**, God, cash Sex, d**, God... America) We all just want to die a little bit We fear that pop-culture is the only kind Of culture we're ever going to have We want to stop reading magazines Stop watching TV Stop caring about Hollywood But we're addicted to the things we hate We don't run Washington and no one really does Ask not what you can do for your country Ask what your country did to you (Sex, d**, God, cash Sex, d**, God... America) The only reason you're still alive is because someone Has decided to let you live (Sex, d**, God, cash Sex, d**, God... America) We owe so much money, we're not broke - we're broken We're so poor we can't even pay attention So what do you want? You want to be famous and rich and happy But you're terrified you have nothing to offer this world Nothing to say and no way to say it But you can say it in three languages You are more than the sum of what you consume Desire is not an occupation You are alternately thrilled and desperate Sky high and f**ed Let's stop praying for someone to save us and start saving ourselves Let's stop this and start over Let's go out - let's keep going (Sex, d**, God, cash Sex, d**, God... America) This is your life - this is your f**ing life (America... Sex, d**, God, cash Sex, d**, God... America) We need something to k** the pain of all that nothing inside (America... America) Quit whining, you haven't done anything wrong because frankly You haven't done much of anything (Sex, d**, God, cash Sex, d**, God... America) Someone's writing down your mistakes Someone's documenting your downfall