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Drive, Drive, Drive (Fergie & The Steelheads) · 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) · The Very Best of Cockney Rejects (Cockney Rejects) · Devil's Rejects [Original Motion Picture Soundtrack] (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


watching drive-bys
Listening to the sad songs on the radio
It's a long way home

I feel like a reject from a freakshow
I'm kicking up the white trash from
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 your life
Toast to the night, start it off right

We all around the world living The American Dream 
We're all around the world living The American
Frank zappa (guitar, vocals, drum machine)
Steve vai (guitar, acoustic guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Roy estrada (vocals)
Bob harris (boy
'assisted' by Americans
And if 60 million dollars seems too much to spend
In El Salvador

They say for half a billion they could do it right
Bomb all day,
'assisted' by Americans
And if 60 million dollars seems too much to spend
In El Salvador

They say for half a billion they could do it right
Bomb all day,
miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos
Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through
Tudutudutudu, fuck you too

Mama said steer clear
One night out in L.A
I met a Mexicana
With a butchy girlfriend
Who I thought was a man
They took me to the alley
To have a little chat
People
on the parkways
Rich man, poor man, either way American
Shoved into the lost and found
The no nuke yell we're gonna all go to hell
With the next big meltdown
I
This boy is staying acoustic 

There's Seeger singing in his heart 
He hopes his songs will somehow start 
To heal the cracks that split apart
One night out in L.A
I met a Mexicana
With a butchy girlfriend
Who I thought was a man
They took me to the alley
To have a little chat
People lined
another light,
But its like the dark women indoors in the darkest nights by the wrong man,
See all of them have made you incapable of a first impression,
In the night, in the beat city light
We steal ourselves away and hold on tight
You were there, yeah, we were all there
Too young, too smart, too
don't go far
I just go crazy
I buried all of my old clothes out in some field in West Des Moines
And if you judge me tonight
Judge me by the songs I write
to get next to them, sometimes I want to drive them all away 
Say: You're not my ghosts, I live in Sunny California, I drive a 1992 Red Chevrolet 
I
like grand theft auto PSP 
I'm in the Volvo, puffin on the lala 
Ducking from the popo 
Every time I drive by, say hi to the bad guy 
All my mama
drives the tourists round and round
While the engineer on her P.A. 
Points out all the sites
"Well, Tennessee did you-know-what 
To you-know-who that
Drinkin' all night long to sad country songs
It's driving me insane
Well, I'm drownin' my fears in cheap American beer
I'm lookin' for somebody
feature at night 
A quarter-pound of sand in my un-released Nike's 
Amsterdam high, smoke it all by tonight
Nigga you ain't know about the life 
When
comin' like I'm 2
Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthafuckin' crew
Late night see a drive-by drop Impala
The niggas took cover and the bitches all holla
If
Yo I'm sicker than the V12 [X5]
With cracks in the Rolly jumper all we do is Drink fuckin' Drive
Real niggas raise up, Mommy get your feet off +The
buy some buds"

It's always the yogurt sprout eating mother fuckers
Who get run over by a bus drive by a guy
Who smokes three and a half packs a day
makin it hard
And by the time they get in-to your pad
You done flushed it down the toilet and now they're mad
And so they're mad as hell and take you
to earn your keep, 
But in a hard days work, get a good nights sleep,

I know some of y'all think Colt's kinda odd, 
But I'm loud, proud and country by
was killed by the saviors of his own dream 
Our movement 

Verse One 
I'm not a human being into no spirtual shit 
Spiritual remanifested