They say what luck You're coming up roses with no seeds No sun Astonishing for just everyone It's gotta be those fluffy clouds of fate Raining down on your face Wash away All the thirst All the late nights thinking I could burst Still hurt Like a flameless supernova, churns Just a blurb And voice from nowhere Overnight select me, please I'm gonna be the next one to make them dream I'm gonna pass it on down That American sound That you gotta believe But they don't want to see you bleed They don't want to see you bleed They don't want to see you bleed I trust in the toil In the burning of the witching hour oil But it's slow And I look up to that bright florescent glow and I know It's so white-hot I'll sweat right out my clothes As I go Then pretend I'm pure as Adam in the grove Baby No fig leaves, just a look that says, "who, me?" (Crazy!) I never thought I'd be something so free (Maybe!) Hey mister, don't you know they all love me! God, I'm so lucky Yeah! Overnight select me, please I'm gonna be the next one to make them dream I'm gonna pass it on down That American sound That you gotta believe But they don't want to see you bleed They don't want to see you bleed They don't want to see you bleed