And it's your face I'm looking for on every street There's gotta be a record of you someplace You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your

I'm made of metal My circuits gleam I am perpetual I keep the country clean Up here in space I'm looking down on you My lasers trace Everything you do You think you've private lives

It's a contradiction Can you feel I'm not like you anymore I can't see, I can't breathe See you quiver like the dogs on the streets Looking down on as I beat you It's bad religion, from a broken nation And I can't take it anymore Who's to say I won't

Slow down, you're gonna crash, Baby you're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blast Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone Look out, you've got your blinders on I'm American made apple pie Chevrolet My momma taught me wrong from right. I was born

Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend Looking for a All I really want is to be your Don't be scared to come put your trust in me Can't you see all I really want to be Is your boyfriend Can't fight that Knock me down you know I'm coming right back

Burn it down (burn it down baby burn it burn it down) So burn it down, burn it down So burn it down (burn it down baby burn it burn it down) Looking through a window made of time, Would you have the courage not to lie If you're feeling like I feel then

The last time I freaked out I just kept looking down I st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinking about Felt like I couldn't breathe You asked what's wrong with me My best friend Lesley said, "Oh, she's just being Miley." The next time we hang

And it's your face, I'm looking for On every street There's gotta be a record of you some place You gotta be on somebodys books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your

The storm is getting closer every day Hauled himself onto the road Dust up to his nose Put that anchor down to find a place where he could go ?Cause he was looking for a shelter from the storm He was looking for a place that you could call your own You

Up here in space I'm looking down on you My lasers trace Everything you do You think you've private lives Think nothing of the kind There is no true escape I'm watching all the time I'm made of metal