Transatlantic friends, your culture grows and thus it permeates our end   And though we raise our voice to spurn and shun your ways   All while condemning it we secretly seek praise      And if a lonesome one departed comes revered   New reputation lets the smile replace the sneer   Your sound acceptance lifts the burden of the cringe   And all a suddenly we'll say this one is one of ours      We write melodic testament with the hope you'll sooner see   We're filled with false assumption. but our accents can't be beat   Californian confidant lend me your ears   Cause we're gone      Miss I-missed-your-name   Please understand my grace defies my newfound fame   And though I raise my voice to spurn and shun the ways   All while condemning it seek your special praise      I think... but Ted believe he should avoid the eyes   This boy's no man to raise the bar between the thighs   Ashamed, he'll stumble and he'll turn and run away   And in earshot he'll hear the phrase 'this one's not one of ours'