i ve got a saturday night and i m all alone i ve got my phone right here and i hope she ll call but she s too pissed off at the way i am and she calls me what i want from her i ve been expected too much to continue writing all these shitty lame love songs that i hate it s becoming real clear that i have no talent and the kids are what i m trying to reach oh come on love me steal me away cause i ve had enough of this and i am whole and i am strong cause we re growing up too fast who s to say i m always wrong i think it s further from the truth to point that out and i m trying new style to progress once more but real pop is where the money s at dadadadada is how it goes but i guess it s in the eye of the beholder it s because i don t stand right out i guess guitar could be the difference i could fight i could fear i could bruise i could burn we could fight we could sweat we could kill we could die we could fight the good fight we could fight we could sleep we could touch we could fuck we could die we could fall we could stand up to each other we could fight the good fight you ve gotta put it right back where it started to figure out that we are meant for more you ve gotta sit back and relax cause i ve found that all this stress is killing me