American Record

[Verse 1]
For this American record
The bar's set pretty low
There's no attention to detail
Goddamn, what a joke
It'll never make you feel satisfaction
When it's done
It's never gonna make you feel like
Jesus' son

[Pre-Chorus]
My love, my love
Don't ever get to see me
My love, my love
Don't ever get to see
My love, my love
Don't ever get to see me
My love, my love
Don't ever get to

[Chorus]
I don't feel like going out tonite
I don't feel like doing anything, well
You keep your records where you keep your friends
No one's ever getting next to me
You wanna leave it, but you won't let go
I think I need a hit of ecstasy, well
I bet you're not the only one

[Outro]
Running out of feeling
I've been running out of feeling
I've been running out of feeling
I've been running out of feeling
I've been running out of feeling
I've been running out of feeling
I've been running out of feeling
I've been running out of feeling