verse1:
looks like we found an escape for the public,
the radio just hasn't played for seven years.
new information for all the kids to soak up,
my server is down and i'm in tears.
verse2:
i am the make up and the tongue ring and the mindless,
the man behind the desk names her the dollar sign,
we dance around the rosies and the blazing fire
and with devotion wait in line.
chorus:
you gotta do your own thing, honey, and stay true.
so please make us believers honey, don't ever leave us honey!
it's up to you
verse4:
don't be so pressured to pay your debt to america.
you're young, just do your thing, you'll see you're not alone.
the fatale girl seems to be much more important
than the baby girl that's born.
verse5:
climb through the atmosphere and hang out with some colour,
we stop and scratch our heads and think like taking drugs.
we are the cops, the crooks, that cats, the blind the geniuses.
its time to take out your ear plugs!
chorus:
you gotta do your own thing, honey, and stay true.
so please let us cry on your shoulder, honey,
you make me feel so much older, honey.
it's up to you