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The All-American Rejects (The All-American Rejects) · All-American Rejects [Bonus CD Sampler] (The All-American Rejects) · The All-American Rejects (The All-American Rejects) · The All-American Rejects (The All-American Rejects) · The All-American Rejects (The All-American Rejects) · All-American Rejects [Bonus Track] (The All-American Rejects) · The All-American Rejects (The All-American Rejects) · Left Behind Worship: God Is With Us (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Left Behind 2: Urban Hip-Hop (Hutchinson, Hutch) · No Child Left Behind (Nico Vega) – and 90 other albums »


the young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American

Scanning life through the picture
the young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American

Scanning life through the picture
the young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American

Scanning life through the picture
American, young American
She wants the young American
All night

Scanning life through the picture windows
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he
The Concho Valley's on fire tonight
Spilling out into the street
The blessed scream of a newborn dream
Making love in my backseat

All of us
night
  She wants the young American
  Young American, young American, she wants the young American
  All right
  She wants the young American
She wants the young American
  Young American, young American, she wants the young American
  All right
  She wants the young American
Scanning life
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
wants the young American 
Young American, young American, she wants the young American 
All right 
She wants the young American 

Scanning life
She wants the young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American

Scanning life
American 
Buy, buy, buy... 
We'll stay up all night with the radio on 
Sleep all day, keep your clothes still on 
Whatever you do, be sure you by
American girl

March ladies
(Left, left, left, right, left)
March ladies
(Right, right, right, left, right)

March ladies
(Left, left, left, right,
the grounds of (?) we've left behind
Turned back by the foot of the doorway
Never lost and found

We've been too long American dreaming
I think we've all
your spine
Black rain's sounding intensified

Full of pride his name, unbending his will
He left behind the impassable to challenge the son
the rising wind blows
How long how long?
Here alone on the grounds are millions seeds we left behind
Turned back by the fool of the doorway of
Never lost
and the headline read
"All-American Comeback Kid"

He was recruited by the best schools in the land
He decided he would sign with his Uncle Sam
Kissed his mama
You'll find yourself cold and broken again
Stay Young Forever

You've done this to yourself or so, so it seems
You left behind everything
All your
Shattered dreams of you & I 
Awaken consumed by tortured lies,
Growing throughout eternity,
The love that died is eating at me
Choice made
I watch 'em shut the factories down
Then the foreigners flood into town
They take what's left for half the pay
We can't stand by and just let it
The girls are crying
On the corner
Because the boys all left 
And they've had too much to drink

We're in London
Mid October
He's convinced
Here's your new drug
Shoot it in the left eye
Feel it on the right side
No it's not love
Though it sets up shop behind your cage
Building blood clots
Further away

And I sailed across an ocean
On All American Winds
On my way towards something
Somthing my eyes had never seen

And if your world is
and bliss
Beckoned by temptation's kiss
Leave you're ambitions standing still
All you're dreams left unfulfilled
make up mind while there's still time
and running wild
On Sunday morning
She's all alone
Head lying on the back stair
By the telephone

Evangeline
She's on her own
Just barely seventeen
when

I thought I could organize freedom
How American of me
This is soon
You figured it out, didn't you?

You could smell it
So you left me on my