Cause lies were killing me and the censor begun You cant blame me cause I′m too young
You cant blame me sure the killer was my son But I didn′t teach him to pull the trigger of the gun It′s the killer on this TV screen You cant blame me its those images he sees
Well you cant blame me says the media man Well I wasn′t the one who came up with the plan I just filled my camera with what the people want to see Man it′s a two way mirror and you cant blame me
You cant blame me says the singer of the song Or the maker of the movie which he based his life on It′s only entertainment and as anyone can see The smoke machines and makeup Hey you cant fool me
It was you it was me it was every man We′ve all got the blood on our hands We only receive what we demand And if we want hell then hells what well have
And I would turn on the TV But its so embarrasing To see all the other people I don′t even know that they mean And it was magic at first But it let everyone down And now this world is gonna hurt You better turn it around Turn it around
[Travis:] Hahaha You know what it is Gym class heroes, the dream It′s hard to look innocent when I got cookie crumbs all over my face
[Chorus:] [The Dream:] I like girls They like me They look so good In they′re satin jeans Want you to be the one And my only I want be faithful But I can′t keep my hands out the cookie jar. [Travis:] My hands, my hands, my ha uh my hands Can′t keep my hands, my hands, my, uh, my Can′t keep my hands, my hands, my, uh, my Can′t keep my hands, my hands my hands out the cookie jar.
[Travis:] You see I got this problem I need help tryna solve it Cause meeting after meeting and I′m still a cookie whore You can hide them, I′m a find them, on the counter, in the closet And I′ll say I ain′t do it with my face covered in chocolate My girl be setting booby traps To catch me eating Scooby snacks I left crumbs in the bed once But I told her I was through with that She still don′t be believing me And I guess that I′m cool with that But I got a sweet tooth, that′ll never come loose And the truth of the matter is.
[Chorus:] [The Dream:] I like girls, They like me They look so good In they′re satin jeans Want you to be the one And my only I want to be faithful But I can′t keep my hands out the cookie jar [Travis:] My hands, my hands, my ha uh my hands Can′t keep my hands, my hands, my, uh, my Can′t keep my hands, my hands, my, uh, my Can′t keep my hands, my hands my hands out the cookie jar.
[Travis:] I got a thing for Milano, Biscotti Italianos And I never turn down some Oreos if you got them Butter Pecan Puerto Rican, Or them Oatmeal Raisin Asians. Hazelnut Brazilians, Macadamia Caucasians, Double stuffed or thin mint It don′t matter you getting it Cause I got a sweet tooth that′ll never come loose And the fact of the matter is.
[Chorus:] [The Dream:] I like girls, They like me They look so good In they′re satin jeans Want you to be the one And my only I want to be faithful But I can′t keep my hands out the cookie jar [Travis:] My hands, my hands, my ha uh my hands Can′t keep my hands, my hands, my, uh, my Can′t keep my hands, my hands, my, uh, my Can′t keep my hands, my hands my hands out the cookie jar.
[Travis:] I′m a monster for these cookies I′m a beast for they′re treats An animal for they′re crackers Head to feet they so damn sweet Can′t keep my hands, my hands, my ha uh my Can′t keep my hands, my hands, my hands out the cookie jar.
[Travis:] And then you have it haha I tried my best I went to cookie anonymous I guess I′m a failure I can′t seem to keep my damn hands out the cookie jar but, It is what it is