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ONE love, blood, life
to still sell out the stadiums
get sixty thousand on their feet
when all they want is the hits
we have become a jukebox on repeat
to still put up the record sales
even though the excitement's gone
records are sold with a brandname
we have become a corperate pawn
so our prime is way behind us
we're ripping off of our own songs
all the books in the house have been read
we've said everything there is to be said, now
we're running out, no ideas here anymore
you can only play so much before you're played out
to still be adding to our mantles
giving them a few more grammy awards
that we really don't deserve anymore
we just played the same three chords
so our prime is way behind us now
we're ripping off of our own songs
all the books in the house have been read
we've said everything there is to be said, now
we're running out, no ideas here anymore
you can only play so much before you're played out
two decades, been through it all
got filthy rich, brought a big house
did some drugs, got laid a few times
me and the fast road were a cat and mouse
but I'm not twenty anymore
are we washed up, are we finished
if we have become a late night punchline
we can't keep going down this road
with the same old riff and same old rhyme
can't keep longing for our prime
can't keep ripping off of our own songs
all the books in the house have been read
we've said everything there is to be said now
we're running out, no ideas here anymore
you can only play so much before you're played out
to be legends of the industry at forty-five
to be great-grandfathers in MTV's eyes
to no longer be a band against the world
we are the aging sellouts we once despised
get sixty thousand on their feet
when all they want is the hits
we have become a jukebox on repeat
to still put up the record sales
even though the excitement's gone
records are sold with a brandname
we have become a corperate pawn
so our prime is way behind us
we're ripping off of our own songs
all the books in the house have been read
we've said everything there is to be said, now
we're running out, no ideas here anymore
you can only play so much before you're played out
to still be adding to our mantles
giving them a few more grammy awards
that we really don't deserve anymore
we just played the same three chords
so our prime is way behind us now
we're ripping off of our own songs
all the books in the house have been read
we've said everything there is to be said, now
we're running out, no ideas here anymore
you can only play so much before you're played out
two decades, been through it all
got filthy rich, brought a big house
did some drugs, got laid a few times
me and the fast road were a cat and mouse
but I'm not twenty anymore
are we washed up, are we finished
if we have become a late night punchline
we can't keep going down this road
with the same old riff and same old rhyme
can't keep longing for our prime
can't keep ripping off of our own songs
all the books in the house have been read
we've said everything there is to be said now
we're running out, no ideas here anymore
you can only play so much before you're played out
to be legends of the industry at forty-five
to be great-grandfathers in MTV's eyes
to no longer be a band against the world
we are the aging sellouts we once despised