"Dogma"

"Dogma" - KMFDM

All we want is a headrush;
All we want is to get out of our skin for awhile.
We have nothing to lose because we don't have anything...
... anything we want, anyway.

We used to hate people;
Now we just make fun of them -
It's more effective that way.

We don't live; we just scratch on day to day,
With nothing but matchbooks and sarcasm in our pockets,
And all we're waiting for is for something worth waiting for.

Let's admit America gets the celebrities we deserve;
Let's stop saying "Don't quote me,"
Because if no one quotes you, you probably haven't said a thing worth saying!

Sex, drugs, god, cash;
Sex, drugs, god... America!

We need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside!

Sex, drugs, god, cash;
Sex, drugs, god... America!

We all just want to die, a little bit...

We fear that pop culture is the only kind of culture we're ever gonna have;
We want to stop reading magazines,
Stop watching TV,
Stop caring about Hollywood -
But we're addicted to the things we hate.

We don't run Washington -
And no one really does;
Ask not what you can do for your country...
Ask what your country did to you!

Sex, drugs, god, cash;
Sex, drugs, god... America!

The only reason you're still alive is because someone has decided to let you live!

Sex, drugs, god, cash;
Sex, drugs, god... America!

We owe so much money we're not "broke" -
We're broken!
We're so poor we can't even pay attention!

So what do you want?
You want to be famous, and rich, and happy,
But you're terrified you have nothing to offer this world?
Nothing to say, and no way to say it?
-- But you can say it in three languages?

You are more than the sum of what you consume!
Desire is not an occupation!
You are alternately thrilled and desperate:
Sky-high and fucked!

Let's stop praying for someone to save us and start saving ourselves;
Let's stop this and start over.

Let's go out -
Let's keep going.

Sex, drugs, god, cash;
Sex, drugs, god... America!

This is your life -
This is your fucking life!

Sex, drugs, god, cash;
Sex, drugs, god... America!

You need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside...

Sex, drugs, god, cash;
Sex, drugs, god... America!

Someone's writing down your mistakes...
Someone's documenting your downfall...