Hey ya, I wanna go out Out of my mind Hey ya, I wanna check out Step off of my cloud I'm going out, I, I, love it, love it I wanna go out, I wanna-na Let's get wild and make a memory Out of my mind, out of my mind No I can't take it anymore

She's the last of the American girls She puts her makeup on Like graffiti on the walls of the heartland She's got her little book of conspiracies Right in her hand She will come in first For the end of western civilization She's a natural disaster She is

I'm just trying to find a way to make it back home I'm just trying to get home I'm not trying to stop a hurricane I'm not trying to shake the ground below I'm not trying to part the ocean waves I'm not trying to overthrow the throne I've been gone for so

Hey, hey what can I say I grew up in the heartland USA I sing it loud and proud and I make a lotta noise I'm an all-American middle class white boy We wasn't rich but we wasn't poor Lived on a cul-de-sac 'til my parents divorced I drove a hand-me-down

I wanna taste the sun I gotta feeling that I'm not the only one And I, I wanna show some skin Yeah, baby I need the ocean And you can't stop me now I've got my heart in motion And I wanna make it in America Make it in America Cause baby I'm born to run

Joey, no rules, gun shots no prob No jewels, niggas say I got robbed I'm still wearin' my bling And fuck first class, I fly standin' on Virgin America's wing Nuts hang, knockin' down sky scrapers Take a piss, make it rain, I'm the American dream Make it