Thank you for watching!Thank you for watching!Thank you for watching!Thank you for watching!Thank you for watching!Thank you for watching!And there's this friend of mineWho's in love with a lieAnd he carriesHis heartTo the sharpening of a knifeAnd we allWatch him sitAnd drink till he diesWell the daisiesHave fallenSo push him overAnd IGot thirty dollarsSo let'sTake the trainI knowIt's gonna be hardTo pay this changeBut IangersAnd IIIIIIAnd America, America, we need more gunsWe're running out of holy booksSo put money in the collection jarAnd the news reporter told meGo me a record-breaking summerSo let's just fill up our gas tanks halfwayAnd cut off those mufflersCause next year the war's gonna comeWe're just gonna blow all overWe're just gonna blow all overAnd me, I hate the indie music sceneAnd I carry my voice for the strength it's given meMy guitar, well, it's causing controversyAnd my pen's gonna stab through every record companyAnd there's a plate of foodAt my dinner tableFilled with all you reviewerMy friends giving me chastity in pursuitMy friends also give me plenty of boozeAnd we stumble around our townWithout tying our shoesBut if I don't say no to itIf I fall down now, they will say this with truthWell, kid, you can walk, you can be free from this guiltNow sing as loud as you shouldAnd I'll sing as loud as I shouldAnd I'll sing as loud as I shouldAnd I'll sing as loud as I shouldAnd I'll sing as loud as I shouldAnd I'll sing as loud as I should