Written and Erased
As soon as something's popular
It's written and erased.
Still I'm watching, I want more though
I have seen it all before where
Bullies hang with pretty boys
Who pick up girls in corduroys
Who's teeny tops are little tanks
They go hip hip hopping to the banks.
(Pre-chorus)
Where imitation
Is just limitation in disguise.
Sell our souls because the rock
Just rolled over and died.
(Chorus)
Do you wanna be famous?
Wanna get a taste?
Do you wanna be written and erased?
Do you wanna be faded like the scene
In a one hit wonder magazine?
Do you wanna be jaded, self medicated?
Gonna be rehabilitated
And then be congratulated.
Oh yeah,
You're the one we're looking for.
I don't believe the break you had.
The monumental ache you had.
A game of conscience, tug of war
And we have all been there before
Where bullies become pretty boys
With loaded guns and shiny toys
They're busting heads and making noise
'Till they're bang bang
Banging hit the floors.
(Pre-chorus)
(Chorus)
Get your pencils, papers,
Big fat red erasers.
We're all tail-chasers
In disguise.
Do you wanna be famous?
Wanna get a taste?
Do you wanna be written and erased?
Do you wanna be faded like your jeans
They're gonna be busting at the seams?
Do you wanna be jaded, self medicated?
Gonna be rehabilitated
And then be congratulated?
Oh yeah,
You're the one we're looking for.
(Chorus)
It's written and erased.
Still I'm watching, I want more though
I have seen it all before where
Bullies hang with pretty boys
Who pick up girls in corduroys
Who's teeny tops are little tanks
They go hip hip hopping to the banks.
(Pre-chorus)
Where imitation
Is just limitation in disguise.
Sell our souls because the rock
Just rolled over and died.
(Chorus)
Do you wanna be famous?
Wanna get a taste?
Do you wanna be written and erased?
Do you wanna be faded like the scene
In a one hit wonder magazine?
Do you wanna be jaded, self medicated?
Gonna be rehabilitated
And then be congratulated.
Oh yeah,
You're the one we're looking for.
I don't believe the break you had.
The monumental ache you had.
A game of conscience, tug of war
And we have all been there before
Where bullies become pretty boys
With loaded guns and shiny toys
They're busting heads and making noise
'Till they're bang bang
Banging hit the floors.
(Pre-chorus)
(Chorus)
Get your pencils, papers,
Big fat red erasers.
We're all tail-chasers
In disguise.
Do you wanna be famous?
Wanna get a taste?
Do you wanna be written and erased?
Do you wanna be faded like your jeans
They're gonna be busting at the seams?
Do you wanna be jaded, self medicated?
Gonna be rehabilitated
And then be congratulated?
Oh yeah,
You're the one we're looking for.
(Chorus)
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Vander Ark
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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