Who wants to hear another sad song playing on the radio
Who likes the feeling of letting someone special go
Who wants to fuss about the profits gained from starting wars
Who needs their baggage thrown out an open door
What paranoia has taken over my scrambled mind
What sort of secrets should be kept away from the rest of mankind
What type of birds need to tweet about the honest news
What kind of Catcher in the Rye croons the blues
No need to set the bar that high if our attitudes are way down low
One gesture, fleetingly, will set off one big magic show
Don't take the vitamins and tabloids that encourage pain
Let it wash away in the rain
Instead of justifying garbage shown on live TV
Instead of testifying about people not worth anyone's Tweets
Instead of voyaging from one bandwagon to the next
Let's stick to what our guts tell us and put it to the test
No need to set the bar that high if our attitudes are way down low
One gesture fleetingly will set off one big magic show
Don't take the vitamins and tabloids that encourage pain
Let it wash away in the rain
No need to set the bar that high if our attitudes are way down low
One gesture fleetingly will set off one big magic show
Don't take the vitamins and tabloids that encourage pain
Let it wash away in the rain