Save me from critical acclaim
Save my smile its' too cracked from fame
Wish me well with my fantasy
Feel my arrogance with your sanity

Wash me oh so painfully cleanDisect my words with a fist full of your dreamsBuild me up and strike me down pleaseSign my name, sign my name

It takes blood and guts to be this coolBut I'm still, just a clicheIt takes blood and guts to be this coolBut I'm still, just a clicheJust a cliche, just a clicheJust a cliche, just a cliche

Colour my views in red, white and blueI'm wide awake now, wide awake nowI kiss you, I kiss you, but I'm falling downAnd all my friends are crowding around

They're crowding around looking down to seeBut all they can see is me, me, meSo blow me away now, with your screwed up mindThere's no charm left now, for you to find

It takes blood and guts to be this coolBut I'm still, just a clicheIt takes blood and guts to be this coolBut I'm still, just a clicheJust a cliche, just a cliche J
Ust a cliche, just a cliche

I see you, you see me
And who the hell am I supposed to be
I don't care now but I know that I shouldWasting away like you knew I would

It takes blood and guts to be this coolBut I'm still, stillIt takes blood and guts to be this coolBut I'm still, stillIt takes blood and guts to be this coolBut I'm still, just a clicheJust a cliche, just a clicheJust a cliche, just a cliche