Sitting here in this white, padded room   Imagining I'm a meteor flying out through the distant space   How this tiny speckle Earth destroyed tomorrow   So capable of so many things   Why make life taking planes   But I believe   That when you lose your route   Just use the sunlight   It could be your guide   No more political dreams   Not another excuse   Don't need another love song We need a love bomb      To just blow us away   To freakin' blow all the lights out   Turning night to day   Hear it from miles away   A chance to make it right now   Fuck what the government says   We gotta save some life now   Is that OK?       Can't you see   This is The Truman Show baby   'Cause when they fight who dies--it's you   Oh, and if you unscrew me   We've got the same gear and the same tools   But how you gonna catch up with your head hanging down   Whatcha see staring at the ground   But I believe   Even without a clue   You got sunlight   And it could be your guide   No more political dreams   Not another excuse   Don't need another love song We need a love bomb      To just blow us away   To freakin' blow all the lights out   Turning night to day   Hear it from miles away   A chance to make it right now   Fuck what the government says   We gotta save some life now   Is that OK?       I'm trying to un-blind a few   by removing propaganda but,   They must of used a devil superglue   I'm tryin' to take the machine apart yeah   What I'm simply trying to do   Is have the listener take a pause   I've been down every avenue,   But everybody's good as gone      To just blow us away   To freakin' blow all the lights out   Turning night to day   Hear it from miles away   A chance to make it right now   Fuck what the government says   We gotta save some life now   Is that OK?