 (Words & Music by Matthew Good)
You know, today I was only asked one question
And that one question all day
Do you know what that was?
"Do you want that supersized?"
You know, come to think of it, I'd like the whole fuckin' world supersized
"Supersized guns!"
Supersized planes, supersized satellites
Think about how many more channels you could get with supersized satellites
"Supersized sales"
How do you supersize a sale?
How about we supersize third world debt relief?
"Supersize love," "supersize honesty," supersize government
Come to think of it, actually nah, let's not supersize the government
I'd like to supersize death
Can I have a supersized death?
I'd like a supersize of death with a coke
You know what we need?
Some back-up singers
We'll have like a little jingle
It's all right, sooner or later
Kind of like that, you know?
Let's supersize this song
Really, that's the goal isn't it?
We can supersize the record, we'll sell more records
It's a supersized record
That is after all our ambition
Fake lightning flashes over the skyline
A deer in your headlights
So gun it, gun it, gun it, gun it, gun it
We're singing songs about 21st century living
If hate's in your heart man
You'll take what you're given
Ambition
Ambition's a tricky thing
It's like riding a unicycle over a dental floss tightrope over a wilderness of
razor blades
Ambition can backfire
Ambition means more
Ambition means faster
Ambition means better
I wonder if you can sup-…can you supersize ambition?
Does that make you ambitious if you supersize ambition?
Around here, our ambition hurts more than it helps
Yeah, around here, our ambition throws a non-perishable item in a donation bin
at Christmas
And then pats itself on the fucking back because it thinks it's done something
decent
Yeah, we're supersizing ambition
Make no mistake about it
Ambition will televise the revolution
And it'll sell more fuckin' commercial spots
Than the Super Bowl, the Olympics, the World Series, and the tragedy du jour
combined
We're supersizing
We're supersizing the record, because we're ambitious
Fake lightning flashes over the skyline
A deer in your headlights
So gun it, gun it, gun it, gun it, gun it
We're singing songs about 21st century living
If hate's in your heart man
You'll take what you're given
If hate's in your heart man
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