Lyrics:
Good pals with the liquor store off Main
Raise a glass, its me and Johnny Cash once again
Record plays and I think that the ceiling's moving
Sitting
Laundromat, Laundromat do you know
Where it's at out on the edge of town
Laundromat, Laundromat are you
Still wearing that
Have you never gone around
place in our society) (there is absolutely no reason)
(For a record like this to be published)
(Let the American people see Dan Quayle as I really am)
my ring.
Oo-ooh, American records.
She never looks at her watch, 'cause time's the clock of her heart.
Her eyes are a million years, she sighs
American baby
If I don’t sleep at night
If I don’t wake at morn
It’s because of you
American baby
When I get home at night
I put your records on
To be with
Amedeo Modigliani
1884-1920 italian painter and sculptor
(2) Jolson doin' "Swannee": Al
Jolson, 1885-1950 American singer
Comedian, actor,
exceptional or superior to
Other nations when the facts show
There is American corruption in
Voting rights, criminal justice
Housing policy a political system
Johnny on the freeway...
Yeah, let's go drink till the beer runs dry!
American life in the summertime.
I said, let's go drink till the beer runs dry!
We just out here chasing skrill
Yeah
Getting money that's for real
Getting money that's for real
And we don't need no record deal
No
We don't need no
American baby
If I don’t sleep at night, if I don’t wake at morn
It’s because of you…American baby
When I get home at night, I put your records on
To be
My life is
Distilled and
In pieces
On newsfeeds
I'm going
Back then
When people
Could still read
History
Is shadowed
By shoddy record-keeping
My life
busted singing Christmas carols
That's us, that's right
Gotta love this American ride
Both ends of the o-zone burnin
Funny how the world keeps turnin
busted singin' Christmas carols
That's us, that's right
Gotta love this American ride
Both ends of the ozone burnin'
Funny how the world keeps turning
such spiritual hypocrites in a
Minority? Aren't most Americans fairly
Consistent in their conduct within the
Precepts of religious doctrine?
I've got no
Dealer was a gardener, homegrown joints
I should be a pardoner, free the whole clique
Everybody knows on a record I am too sick
American Shakespeare
Tellin' tales
My homie is
Thomas I'll never
Derail
Laundromat is
Legitimate mix it
Like trail
Laundromat is
Legitimate mix it
Like trail
Laundromat is
Play house, put my favorite record on
Get down, get your crystal method on
You were like tall, tan driving 'round the city
Flirting with the girls
American
Record static feeling
Record status feeling
Record static feeling
And wait till it ends
And wait till it ends
And wait till it ends record static
American Dream 2.0
©2023 Tamara Barago
Tina used to work at a laundromat;
Serviced half the neighborhood.
Packed up her Honda with this and that,
architecture
He was cool as heck
He was cool as heck
And we were so obsessed with writing the next best American record
That we gave all we had 'til
You're telling me this is how it started
Free change in a laundromat
Norman Rockwell perfect scene American family man
You're telling me this is how
and spinnin' and winnin'
These niggas, they sound like a laundromat (spin)
Come too back on black, the windshield's black, I've been in my Donda bag
Ayy,
hundred and fifty nine pound American boy...
Yeah you tell a story like a broken record and
You tell a story like a broken record and
I tell a story like
architecture
He was cool as heck he was cool as heck
But you were so obsessed
With writing the next best American record
But there was nothing left by the
Time
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