Driving by, on my way to somewhere else
I fill my lungs with a noxious, burning smell
There is weed and grey concrete like this for miles
Dead souls in my rear-view mirror hitch a ride a while

I want to be loved, I want to be loved
I want to be loved, I want to be loved (get demolished, get demolished, get demolished, ah)

I want to be loved, I want to be loved (ah)
I want to be loved, I want to be loved (ah)
I want to be loved, I want to be loved (ah)
I want to be loved, I want to be loved

I want to be loved, I want to be loved
I want to be loved, I want to be loved