That night that you got on a plane to Los Angeles   I turned back into the me that I was   That guy that would go out to buy a new porno   And come back with twenty, the pervert you love      And as I drove I remembered that you made a tape   For me to play if I ever had a lonely day   I slipped it in and the Stereophonics came on singing about music      Well, at least someone still believes in the melody   I, I think that I've heard it already but I   I think that I must admit that as bad as it gets   Someone still believes      The sound of American radio's making me feel like   I just killed my mom and my dad   These pop songs are meant to be simple   So people who make them   We take them and break them in half      And as I drove I remembered that you made a tape   For me to play if I my ears were ever being raped   I slipped it in and the Tragically Hip came on singing about music      Well, at least someone still believes in the melody   I, I think that I've heard it already but I   I think that I must admit that as bad as it gets   Someone still believes      Well, at least someone still believes in the melody   I, I think that I've heard it already but I   I think that I must admit that as bad as it gets      Someone still believes in the melody   I, I think that I've heard it already but I   I think that I must admit      Someone still believes in the melody   I, I think that I've heard it already but I   I think that I must admit