What you're made of
But David, we wonder
We wonder if the thunder
Is ever really gonna begin
"Leave me alone
Because I'm alright, dad
Surprised to still
Be on my own..."
And if the people stare
Then the people stare
I really don't know and I really don't care
Heavy words are so lightly thrown
But still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you
So, what difference does it make?
The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred, there lies
A murderous desire for love
America, your head's too big
Because, America
Your belly's too big
And I love you, I just wish you'd stay where you belong
Spring-heeled Jim lives to love
Now kissing with his mouth full
And his eyes on some other fool
First day with the jar, you find
Everyone lies
We look to Los Angeles
Edited by abronymouse
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