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flattering yourself 

So when the smoke clears here I am 
Your reject all-American 
Sucking up your social sect 
Making you a nervous wreck 
To hell
yourself behind the wheel
And see if you can get that feel, oh,
Move faster by night, yeah,
Move faster by night, uhmm,
The windows were all shattered
We've worked hard all of our lives
It's a fight just to survive

You'd better get this straight
Wise up before it's too late
We're not threatened by your
adore, they're only for
Americans from the U.S.A.

We like to keep the good relations
That nothing must upset
We give you decorations
That Frenchmen
need it
So give it to me a little piece of the American dream
Hold on to your own ambition
Keep it till the day you die 

All you need is
giving in
And I'm running out of time
Now I'm running away to free my mind
My mind

It's so like you, discretion is all you can be
Screaming to see
want you to send your money to the Lord but they give you
Their address 'cause all of your donations are completely tax free
God bless you all but most
giving in
And I'm running out of time
Now I'm running away to free my mind
My mind

It's so like you, discretion is all you can be
Screaming to see
about to be
Wrecked by the things you did to me
Though it's not easy to forget

when I feel like a reject from a freakshow
Picking up the white trash from
behaves
He'll feed you every little line he can
A good man stands by his word

It's this quick
All I need is a colour and some lipstick
Number in your
of pride and strength
That's exactly what he's turned into

He'll fight tooth and nail for his family
Give the shirt off his back for a friend in need
that discovery

The queen of Spain, spends some change
Now Paris Hilton is pushing the range
Stars ride by while the chauffeur's drive
But all you
to hell. 
Just back from the clinic, 
They're positive you're done. 
Guess it doesn't matter, long as you had fun.

You're a all American, all American
to keep Vietnam free
For good old de-em-moc-ra-cy (Diem-ocracy)
That means rule by one family
And 15,000 American troops, give or take a few
Thousand
'd better get this straight

Wise up before it's too late.
We're not threatened by your lies
Oryourgoodbyes.
We're all American girls...

Sometimes
to keep Vietnam free
For good old de-em-moc-ra-cy (Diem-ocracy)
That means rule by one family
And fifteen thousand American troops, give or take a few
to hell. 
Just back from the clinic, 
They're positive you're done. 
Guess it doesn't matter, long as you had fun.

You're a all American, all American
'd better get this straight

Wise up before it's too late.
We're not threatened by your lies
Oryourgoodbyes.
We're all American girls...

Sometimes
trust you 

Expatriated American feelin' so all alone
Telling themselves the same lies 
That they told themselves back home 

Down to the Banana
know they can't trust you
Expatriated americans feelin' so all alone
Telling themselves the same lies
That they told themselves back home

Down
're replaced by someone better
Someone better replaces you

Stop this from going wrong
Reject those who don't belong
Handle with care
And be aware
Is not
something to do
And you were nothing but a lonely all-American girl
But you were something like a dream come true
I was a varsity tackle and a hell
all-American boy
Looking out for something to do
And you were nothing but a lonely all-American girl
But you were something like a dream come true

I was
a lonely all-American girl
But you were something like a dream come true
I was a varsity tackle and a hell of a block
And when I played my guitar I made
Mothers breast beneath the silk
Remains untouched it's way too much
Reject all of that ilk

[Chorus]
I have to say it makes me wonder
If you are