we've got one chance to break out, and we need it now. i'm sick and
tired of waiting, sick of this fucking 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. (chorus) pick it up, pick it up, it's what you wanted. pick
it up, pick it, you need it too. when they review the debut what if the
critics hate you? don't worry 'cause we might just catch somebody off their
feet. they can love it, or leave it, or rip it apart. we're living what
we're singing so i guess that's a step in the right direction, clever
composition, and the honesty, honesty...(chorus) 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. too afraid of
anything that may not come that easy. too afraid of anything you may not
have seen before. (chorus) 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. |