Call off the dogs
I call the shots
Can't hold a candle to you now
Caught me off guard
Let's clear the air
You haven't got a clue
Never cut and dry
So cut it out
It cuts to the core
Knife to the heart
A thousand pardons
Nothing left to restore!
I think we're all in over our heads now
And there's nothing left of this life
I think we're all in over our heads now
Like there's no tomorrow
Don't hold your breath
If fans the flames
I walk a fine line
You beg to differ
Say what you will
But I've never changed
So have the heart
And my tomorrows
Cause I hold the cards...
I'm damned...
I hate to say...
I wasn't born yesterday!
All this emptiness is what fills me
Chase the American dream!
This emptiness, it fans the flames, I walk a fine line!
I'm busy chasing the American dream
It's what's killing you, it's what's killing me
All this emptiness is what fills me
Chase the American dream!
I'm in over my head!
Over me head!
Over my head!
I'm in over my head!
Over my head!
Over my head!
I'm in over my head!
Over my head!
Over my head now...