Lyrics Butch Walker

Butch Walker

Paid To Get Excited

And the sky is falling upwards

On a summer desert night

While kids in school are forced to sing

The battle hymns just right

And the extras paid to get excited

On the TV screen

So doped up on diversion

That they don't know what it means

To be free to hate the ones you hate

Free to love the ones you love

Free to like the land you live on

Not the one who leads

All I'm sayin', dig the grave you lay in

After all, you make the call

Hang up before its too late

Make sure to give your full attention

Smile the best you can

Watch this hand give peace sign

While the other chokes a man

Cause he wants to love another man

They'll tell you that its bad

Cause some book that set the moral codes

Is glamorized in ads

And the back flipping, spike-haired preachers

Preaching through their headset mics

Saying God is the new Elvis and

He's gonna rock tonight

So just sip on that new energy drink

Although it tastes like shit

Cause a pretty t.v. couple

Says they can't live without it