Do you really want it?
We say, "give me a high, oh god"
Give me a feeling 'cause I've lost my reason
We say, "give me a push, a push through this" (concrete ceiling)
We say, "give me a sign that proves what I believe in"
(A psychic reading) So I can shake these American demons
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Everybody wants to change the world
But one thing's clear
No one ever wants to change themselves
That's the way things are
All because we hate the buzzkill
Jaded when we need to feel
But we can change it all
If you really want it
Do you really want it?
Do you really want it?
Come, come, come, come
You gotta bite the bullet until your
Gums are bleeding (grab the mic and scream it)
You gotta dig up the past to get passed this anxious feeling
You gotta get ripped apart to see why you're breathing
(To find your reason) So I can shake these American demons
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Everybody wants to change the world
But one thing's clear
No one ever wants to change themselves
That's the way things are
All because we hate the buzzkill
Jaded when we need to feel
But we can change it all
If you really want it
Then we can change it all
Do you really want it?
Do you, do you?
Do you really want it?
Do you, do you?
So I can shake these American demons
Screaming, screaming, screaming
Everybody wants to change the world
But one thing's clear
No one ever wants to change themselves
That's the way things are
All because we hate the buzzkill
Jaded when we need to feel
But we can change it all
We can change it all
We can change it all
If you really want it
We can change it all
We can change it all
If you really want it
We can change it all
We can change it all
Everybody wants to change the world
No one ever wants to change themselves
Everybody wants to change the world
No one ever wants to change themselves
Everybody wants to change the world
No one ever wants to change themselves
Everybody wants to change the world
No one ever wants to change themselves
Do you really want it?
We say, "give me a high, oh god"
Give me a feeling 'cause I've lost my reason
We say, "give me a push, a push through this" (concrete ceiling)
We say, "give me a sign that proves what I believe in"
(A psychic reading) So I can shake these American demons
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Everybody wants to change the world
But one thing's clear
No one ever wants to change themselves
That's the way things are
All because we hate the buzzkill
Jaded when we need to feel
But we can change it all
If you really want it
Do you really want it?
Do you really want it?
Come, come, come, come
You gotta bite the bullet until your
Gums are bleeding (grab the mic and scream it)
You gotta dig up the past to get passed this anxious feeling
You gotta get ripped apart to see why you're breathing
(To find your reason) So I can shake these American demons
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Everybody wants to change the world
But one thing's clear
No one ever wants to change themselves
That's the way things are
All because we hate the buzzkill
Jaded when we need to feel
But we can change it all
If you really want it
Then we can change it all
Do you really want it?
Do you, do you?
Do you really want it?
Do you, do you?
So I can shake these American demons
Screaming, screaming, screaming
Everybody wants to change the world
But one thing's clear
No one ever wants to change themselves
That's the way things are
All because we hate the buzzkill
Jaded when we need to feel
But we can change it all
We can change it all
We can change it all
If you really want it
We can change it all
We can change it all
If you really want it
We can change it all
We can change it all
Everybody wants to change the world
No one ever wants to change themselves
Everybody wants to change the world
No one ever wants to change themselves
Everybody wants to change the world
No one ever wants to change themselves
Everybody wants to change the world
No one ever wants to change themselves