And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned Lost children with dirty faces today

Kind of glue that sticks this world together Hands of steel and cradle of the Promised Land But there's nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer God bless the working man Average Joe, average pay Lace-up boots and faded jeans A homemade sandwich, and a

Whoa oh oh oh oh, Mona Lisa Say what you mean Tell me I'm right And let the sun rain down on me Give me a sign I want to believe You're guaranteed to run this town I'd pay to see you frown There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for

And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned Lost children with dirty faces today

It's the wall that we are building All the things that we made wrong Don't hate yourself if you walk away You reach, but nothing's there Colors fade from black to grey Time and time again A fate that we deserve There's no escape, we're walking backwards

And you get what you deserve I don't wanna be king I just wanna sing a love song Pretend there's nothing wrong You can sing along with me I don't wanna be queen Just trying to keep my t-shirt clean There's one thing I have learned If it gets much better