The (Shipped) Gold Standard Video (MV)

Sometimes I wanna quit this song and become an accountant now
But I'm no good at math and besides the dollar is down
Plant palm trees on Lake Michigan before it gets cold
I gotta feel the wind chill again before I get old

I wanna scream I love you from the top of my lungs
But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me
You can only blame your problems on my world for so long
Before it all becomes the same old song
As soon as we hit the hospital, I know we're gonna leave this town
And get new passports and get get get get get out now

All the yes men said no comment
My mouth got going wrong way and all the calls started to roll in
Like the time my dad caught me a horseshoe crab
And I asked him if throwing it back into the sea would bring our luck back

I wanna scream I love you from the top of my lungs
But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me
You can only blame your problems on my world for so long
Before it all becomes the same old song
As soon as we hit the hospital, I know we're gonna leave this town
And get new passports get out now

Tell that boy I leave you alone
Like a storm, I 'll turn my love
Suprah and the profit are both in the business of souls

I wanna scream I love you from the top of my lungs
But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me
Whoa I wanna scream I love you from the top of my lungs
But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me
You can only blame your problems on my world for so long
Before it all becomes the same old song
As soon as we hit the hospital, I know we're gonna leave this town
(I know we're gonna leave this town)
And get new passports and get, get, get, get, get out
Get, get, get, get, get out now