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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) · Smoke, Smoke, Smoke That Cigarette! (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Cigarette (Frankie Ballard) · Full Moon Cigarette (Gran Bel Fisher) – 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
Nothing hurts, nothing moves, nothing stays (No one sleeps and no one dreams)
Nothing matters when the dead songs play (Reject the death)
When all
to die

But taking everything that he's livin' by
And reject him from society all God's children ain't free
No reject him from society all God's
She was like a brand new song on an old guitar
Supernova in a mason jar
Every boy in town wanted to show her around
And as a dirt road, fence row,
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
That sly cigarette.
Song sung in 1898 by miss. s. h. dudley for the runaway girl
And this is tiny tim trying to redo it.

If girls and boys were
Skyscrapers are scraping together
Your voice is smoking
And last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around

Our love, our love, our love is
She was like a brand new song on an old guitar
Supernova in a Mason's jar,
Every boy in town wanted to show her around
And as the dirt road Finch
Americans
Hey Jimmy Where's The Old Songs?
Have You Forgot The Words
Well We're All The Rights
And Victims In Your Heart
Well We're All The Rights
Skyscrapers are scraping together
Your voice is smoking
And last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around

Our love, our love, our love is
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
just can't make it out
Stories passing through I know they're mine
American treasure find 
I just can't make them out
What they're all about
boys do too"

(American boys do too)

Her face went red as
The words left his tongue and
She rolls up a cigarette
And he strikes a paper match
I was sittin' there all alone
I was prayin' you would come home
I was listenin' to an old blues song

(Baby, I'm wounded
Wounded and bleeding
scraping together
Your voice is smoking
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around

Our love
Our love
Our love is all we have

Our love
Skyscrapers are scraping together
Your voice is smoking
And last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around

Our love, our love, our love is
O.k no more songs about you. After this one I am done. You're gone.[repeat until end] 

Tell all the English boys you meet 
about the American boy
Somebody's gotta sing this song

I'm just a country boy from this land
Makin' a living with these two hands
Still believe in the good ole american way
I
fear

[Chorus]

This songs for you
The American man
The American man
Skyscrapers are scraping together
Your voice is smoking
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around

Our love
Out of
Our love is all we
The lights are on in Standun`s
And a spell has been broken
The roadside teahouse door
Is wide ipen

A sign on the wall
Says "American also
she's got on

From her Versace to her Louis Vuitton
You wouldn't think she'd know every Merle Haggard song by heart

But when it comes down
national pride
Then you came along with your drug crazy songs
Goddamit you're all gonna die

How dare you sit there and drink all our beer
Oh it's made for
They say the sky is the limit
Well I guess it all depends on you
And your views (in this American dream)
Don't tell me that the sky is the limit
and mastery;
The ultimate form of treason is the treacherous use of reason
Employed by the bastard sons of American fore-fathers who keep this fire burning