Masquerade

One more American classic junkie With the knowledge of what it's about Another morning with a sci-fi headache And a desert inside my mouth Looking out on the ocean in a summer haze Full of business and fitness and lust Plastic beer bottles, a non-stick throttle And again I can't get enough A masquerade, so cliché another phrase borrowed I don't know where to hide It doesn't seem my simple dream will come true tomorrow A hippie T-shirt and a beer belly dancing And a record that's shaking the room Another hit list smashed by a clenched fist Thrown away and kicked to the moon "Save me" you say and I will follow Like a slave that's beaten and burned Make me a promise that's so surreal And give me the respect I've earned A masquerade, so cliché another phrase borrowed I don't know where to hide It doesn't seem my simple dream will come true tomorrow (One more American classic junkie With the knowledge of what it's about) A masquerade, so cliché another phrase borrowed I don't know where to hide It doesn't seem my simple dream will come true tomorrow