Spent her life dancing on the kitchen floor
Trying to remember what she had before
Searching the world for the boy next door
We are a nation of whores
Now let's be unrealistic
Man on the speaker says keep off of the grass
You can all kiss my ass
Thousands of people just looking to pass
And those who don't last
Will settle for sweet surrender
Lord defend your
Sweet Surrender
It's the thing that makes me wonder
It's a little Satanic
That we're bound to go under like the mighty Titanic
It's the American way
It's a little sadistic
But at least we have the magic of the tragic statistic.
Another night, should have taken a stand
She stood and wrung their broken hands
When the castle fell and the last broke free
She could not hold fast for victory
So she'll settle for sweet surrender
Lord defend her
Sweet, sweet surrender