Now do you get it! It's them, not you
So don't feel so funny
Live for risks, they don't
There's no fight in them, no spit and fire
Nothing gets them angry
Oh come on, let's go shake the world
Be thrilled by the thought
That it's wild out there
Even if it's really not that great
Getting married? Making babies?
But you haven't been to paris
The object of the game is to leave town
I want you to be so happy
You will bug them with your presence
They'll say you're wrong, you have no style
I want you to be lean and hungry
Slum geniuses kicking limos
Walking by yourself down razor street
I want you to know people who laugh too loud
And have to get drunk to find the right words
And can't sleep 'til the colors are just right
I want you to talk back, be out of line, be peculiar if you don't know your plans, so what?
You should show up at their parties
Frankly state their music's lousy
Their art is stupid, don't be cool
Do mind bottled dressing
Object to instant coffee
And go to movies all alone
Look someone in the eyes and say you'll satisfy them, though you both know the way love is, that's a lie
I want to see your fists in their searchlights
Hear danger from their radio
Take every chance you can to get revenge
No pain killers, take it straight with a twist of anxiety "patience" means "never"
Don't shake hands,don't smile a lot, not much "please" and "thank you"
Believe in "no", insist on "why"
Want false hopes, expect magic
Put your life on the line for something
Bet on dreams, again and again
Make a country that's fat and smart
That doesn't love to screw its own
And gives, instead of sucks the world dry
