American Record

[Verse 1] For this American record The bar's set pretty low There's no attention to detail Goddamn, what a joke It'll never make you feel satisfaction When it's done It's never gonna make you feel like Jesus' son [Pre-Chorus] My love, my love Don't ever get to see me My love, my love Don't ever get to see My love, my love Don't ever get to see me My love, my love Don't ever get to [Chorus] I don't feel like going out tonite I don't feel like doing anything, well You keep your records where you keep your friends No one's ever getting next to me You wanna leave it, but you won't let go I think I need a hit of ecstasy, well I bet you're not the only one [Outro] Running out of feeling I've been running out of feeling I've been running out of feeling I've been running out of feeling I've been running out of feeling I've been running out of feeling I've been running out of feeling I've been running out of feeling