Lyrics:

Save me from critical acclaim
Save my smile, it's too cracked from fame
Wish me well with my fantasy
Feed my arrogance with your sanity
Wash me, oh, so painfully clean
Dissect my words with a fist full of your dreams
Build me up and strike me down, please
Sign my name, sign my name

It takes blood and guts to be this cool
But I'm still just a cliché
It takes blood and guts to be this cool
But I'm still just a cliché
Just a cliché, just a cliché
Just a cliché, just a cliché

Colour my views in red, white and blue
I'm wide awake now, wide awake now
I kiss you, I kiss you but I'm falling down
And all my friends are crowding around
They're crowding around, looking down to see
But all they can see is me, me, me
So blow me away now with your screwed up mind
There's nothing left now for you to find

It takes blood and guts to be this cool
But I'm still just a cliché
It takes blood and guts to be this cool
But I'm still just a cliché
Just a cliché, just a cliché
Just a cliché, cliché, ow

I see you, you see me
And who the hell am I supposed to be?
I don't care now, but I know that I should
Wasting away like you knew I would

It takes blood and guts to be this way (Be this way)
But I'm still, still
It takes blood and guts to be this way (Be this way)
But I'm still, still
It takes blood and guts to be this way (Be this way)
But I'm still, still
It takes blood and guts to be this way (This way)
But I'm still just a cliché (Just a cliché)
I'm just a cliché (I'm just a cliché)
I'm just a cliché (I'm just a cliché)
I'm just a cliché (I'm just a cliché)
I'm just a cliché (I'm just a cliché)
I'm just a cliché (I'm just a cliché)
I'm just a cliché (I'm just a cliché)
I'm just a cliché (I'm just a cliché)
A cliché