I wanna ride on a love rocket
til the ocean looks like a teaspoonful
I want an unloaded gun and cock it
till the look on your face tells me i'm not dull
I wanna hide away on another planet
where no one can phone in my grief
ahh my daily dose of physical beauty
My American Beauty

Tell me do you tire of television
predicting what you'll wear next year
what you'll wear oh what you'll wear
Tell me do you tire of American Beauty
My American beauty

I'm tired of ridin on a roller coaster
I keep fallin off the track
it wouldn't matter if it wasn't so far
just to get a little back
sometimes i leave the earth and then I'm happy
and then i run out of fuel
fallin down I relive the same mistakes
in my American Beauty

Tell me do you tire of population
predicting what you'll hear next year
what you'll hear oh what you'll hear
Tell me do you tire of American Beauty
My American beauty

They have control
They have control
They have control
They have control
They have control
They have control
They have control
Well tell me who the fuck are they

Tell me do you tire of television
predicting what you'll wear next year
what you'll wear oh what you'll wear
Tell me do you tire of American Beauty
My American beauty

Tell me do you tire of population
predicting what you'll hear next year
what you'll hear oh what you'll hear
Tell me do you tire of American Beauty
My American beauty