We've got one chance to break out,
and we need it now.
I'm sick and tired of waiting,
sick of this fucking apartment.

Love me, or leave me, or rip me apart.
This is the voice that I was given
and if you don't like it
take a long walk off of
the shortest pier you can find,
and I'll be singing it out,
I'll be singing.

Oh Mr. Magazine,
I never wrote one single thing for you
or your so-called music scene.
You don't mean a thing to me.

Pick it up, pick it up,
it's what you wanted.
Pick it up, pick it up
you need it too.
Pick it up, pick it up,
it's what you wanted.
Pick it up, pick it up

When they review the debut
what if the critics hate you?
Don't worry 'cause we might just catch somebody
off their feet.

They can love it, or leave it, or rip it apart.
We're living what we're singing
so I guess that's a step in the right direction,
clever composition,and the honesty, honesty...

Oh Mr. Magazine,
I never wrote one single thing for you
or your so-called music scene.
You don't mean shit to me.

Pick it up, pick it up,
it's what you wanted.
Pick it up, pick it up
you need it too.
Pick it up, pick it up,
it's what you wanted.
Pick it up, pick it up

So save your breath
and the money you spent.
Go work in retail
and spare the suspense.
Just don't take chances on
anything at all, anything at all.

Too afraid of anything that may not come that easy.
Too afraid of anything you may not have seen before.
Too afraid of anything that may not come that easy.
Too afraid of anything you may not

Pick it up, pick it up,
it's what you wanted.
Pick it up, pick it up
you need it too.
Pick it up, pick it up,
it's what you wanted.
Pick it up, pick it up

So save your breath,
and the money you spent.
Go work in retail,
and spare the suspense.
Just don't take chances
on anything at all, anything at all
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