I wanna say out loud
What you don't wanna hear now
Well, too arrogant, am I?
Belligerent, am I?

I move like a fever
Make you a believer
The American idol
(Fear is rising)
Is dead on arrival
(The future is biting)

Too tolerant, am I?
Good samaritan, am I?

I move like a fever
Make you a believer
The American idol
(Fear is rising)
Is dead on arrival
(The future is biting)

Resign yourself, the choice you had is made now
Pick up yourself and face the future somehow
This is the day you never thought would come 'round
Pick up yourself and face the future somehow

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): STEVEN JOHN WILSON