There ain't nothin' common 'bout us In this ordinary world Where nothin' is enough Everything is grey Mistake your love for lust When I hold you in my arms I will die if I don't try Damned if I ask why This is somethin' real

Discotheque (Boom Cha) (Boom Cha) Discotheque (I can't get, I can't, not enough) You know you're chewing bubblegum You know what that is But you still want some You just can't get enough Of that lovie dovie stuff

I kiss you blush Some kind of lust I want to feel my head overthrown I've got enough It's in the touch I kiss your knees and I try to be bold I try not to reason with myself. Should be calling, Calling for your help

Yeah, we all fall down The higher we fly the harder it feels when we hit the ground What makes a man work until it's kids too old to kiss and hug He won't climb another imaginary mountain when he is in love enough What makes a man build a kingdom all

But Cinderella's got to go I'm sorry for runnin' away like this And I'm sorry I've already made my wish Here I am, so try to forgive me I don't believe in fairy tales Here we are with nothin' but honesty I've had enough, I'm not gonna stay I'm sorry just

The deepest gray forever lives inside of me But I am not afraid for I have lived this agony And so my patience thins Could blood not be so sweet Or flow enough to sustain Two hundred nine tomorrow's rise And I'm alone again Please not this way So sweet

Put away your distrust and your grudge Words without work is not enough What does it worth, without love? And everyday you make a pull, the journey get rough What is this world without love? And everyday you make a try the journey get tough A just this

Show me your love, your love Gimme more but it's not enough Before the world catches up 'Cause there's always time for second guesses, I don't wanna know If you're gonna be the death of me, that's how I wanna go Show me your love We've waited so damn

Welcome to a new kind of tension All across the alienation Where everything isn't meant to be okay Television dreams of tomorrow We're not the ones who're meant to follow For that's enough to argue Don't wanna be an American idiot Don't want a nation

Your kiss is a gateway drug Kissin' leads to touchin' leads to Lovin' leads to fuckin' leads to (Your kiss is a gateway drug) Once you get one, it's never enough Someone always seems to get hurt (yeah) Everythin' mean nothin' If you wanna talk, let's