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there's a coup
It's over by two
We're home for tea by five

Well, I'm sick of blue denim
American venom
Sadly you really don't care

Well there's
Mamas and grand mamas love you
American boys hate to lose
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
Or sleepin' in your dress blues

The high school
love you
American boys hate to lose
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
Or sleeping in your dress blues

Now the high school gymnasium's ready
gonna stop,
But who is gonna stop him...

There goes the challenger
Being chased by the blue blue meanies on wheels
The vicious traffic squad cars
five minutes behind the rolling rink,
In the backseat brings

The American dream on a shoestring,
First you grow it, then you show it,
Give a good push
Mamas and grandmamas love you.
American boys hate to lose.
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
Or sleeping in your dress blues.

Now the high
American love
Two young hearts, one cool car
And all we wanted to do was park, kiss, smoke, drink
I love this song, baby, what do you think?
She turned
Nine,
Ignition sequence starts.
Six,
Five,
Four,
Three,
Two,
One,
Zero...
All engines thrust...
Lift-off! We have a lift-off -- 32 minutes past
That was lost in the regrets

We were caught on the inside
Left it all on that bedside

Give me one more minute with those baby blues
We pulled up

Oh,
and the American music shows pimp us like hoes
They got dough but they hate us though
You better keep your mind on the real shit
And fuck trying to get with these
She made the Hollywood round
Of American Idol
Thirty minutes later she felt sorry for him a little
She moved from her seat on the aisle to the middle
Soul on ice 

There goes the Challenger being chased by the blue blue meanies on wheels
The vicious traffic squad cars are after our lone driver,
I am overground and
Out-selling it.
Since god thinks I don't exist
The beatings happen per minute
This is not
Blue-collar-white-corrective politics
not blue-collar-white-corrective politics
I'm on a hate American style kick

This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing
a Muslim nowadays 
Inside my lab, I'm going mad 
Took two drags off the blunts, and started breaking down the flag 
The blue is for the Crips, the red is
gonna stop
But who is gonna stop him...

There goes the challenger
Being chased by the blue blue meanies on wheels
The vicious traffic squad cars
grave
And it's go Johnny go
Where the bruises don't show
In the church yard where the nervous get wrecked
And turn off your wireless
For two minutes
and the old
They fought for the truth and the will to survive
All American by birth and born with Southern Pride

So raise the blade in the Heart of the USA
They tell us there are only two sides to be on
If you are on our side you're right, if not you're wrong
But are we innocent, pargons of good?
Is our
and old
They fought for the truth and the will to survive
All American by Birth and born with Southern Pride.


So raise the blade in the Heart
sounds good?
What sounds good?
What you need? Speed
Lighten up before

There goes the challenger being chased by the
Blue, blue, meanies on wheels
Soul on ice 

There goes the Challenger being chased by the blue blue meanies on wheels
The vicious traffic squad cars are after our lone driver,
much despised, replaced by comfortable lies.
Teenage classic, more cliche, one step further on the edge of decay.

White trash, 2nd generation, white
give our lives to serve their fucked-up interest
Consented by the blinded moral right
Offenses abroad perpetuate the global hate

Surrender of rights for
sounds good?
What sounds good?
What you need? Speed
Lighten up before

There goes the challenger being chased by the
Blue, blue, meanies on wheels