But your flag decal won't get you into Heaven anymore They're already overcrowded from your dirty little war Now Jesus don't like killin', no matter what the reason's for And your flag decal won't get you into Heaven anymore While digesting Reader's

I wish that I took more photographs of us Wish that I took more photographs of us Just a memory of you is not enough Said goodbye, now our love's collecting dust Oh oh oh, oh oh oh Said goodbye now, our love's collecting dust I can't believe I left you

And you're a rocket queen I might be a little young but honey I ain't naive Here I am and you're a rocket queen oh yeah I might be too much But honey you're a bit obscene I've seen everything imaginable Pass before these eyes I've had everything that's

Oh, but if you want to win it You win my heart Yeah, you get it all You make my motor run Just go faster, faster, don't be slow Rev it up, rev it up 'til your engine blows You win my love, yeah you're number one

And I ain't gonna stand for it baby I ain't gonna stand for it baby Nah-ah (nah-ah) Nah-ah (nah-ah nah-ah) nah-ah (nah-ah nah-ah) Oh, oh, my, my, my, my, my, my Don't wanna believe what they're telling me Somebody's been pickin' in my cherry tree Don't

Still wanna waste all of my time I wanna waste all of my time Oh my lover, my lover, my love We can never go back We can only do our best to recreate We should rip it straight out Don't turn over, turn over the page Then let's try our very best to fake it

I just need somebody to love. I need somebody, I-I need somebody, I don't need a whole lot but coming from you I admit I I don't need nothing else, I promise girl I swear. Oh oh for you I'd write a symphony! I'd tell the violins It's time to sink or swim

Give me back my hometown 'Cause this is my hometown Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah Ah ooh, yeah, yeah Damn, I used to love this view Sit here and drink a few Main street and the high school lit up on Friday night Down there it's another touchdown

That's my favorite way of touchin' you But that ain't all I'm into I wanna get inside your brain Every part of you I go from touchin' you with both hands To touchin' you with no hands T-t-touchin' you T-t-touchin' you (touchin' with no hands, ooh)

It's sad, so sad What do I do when lightning strikes me? What have I got to do to be heard? It's a sad, sad situation And it's getting more and more absurd Why can't we talk it over? Oh, it seems to me That sorry seems to be the hardest word What have I