Lyrics:
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
kids
And sit down by her side
Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around
'Bout two or three times
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
Sing my song
to light the bong
I'm too stoned to write this song
Light my cigarette and
I think that Bert Susanka made me drink
Load the box and then pump that shit
I'm drunk by noon,
But that's O.K.
I'll be president someday.
Light my cigarette and
I think that Bert Susanka made me drink.
Load the box
this moment; for this song.
This song of the year: “sexy, smooth, yet sophisticated.”
The music isn't shit. It's all about IMAGE, IMAGE, IMAGE.
Fuck your
Cigarettes were a quarter then Bobby-socks and jeans were in
Elvis sang the songs that we loved so
And the most important thing to us was keeping gas
Small fry, struttin by the pool room
Small fry, should be in the school room
My, my put down that cigarette
You ain't grown up high and mighty yet
Reflecting windows, by the sun
My mouth is gone.
Well damn the songs I'd sung if I had know, my mouth is gone
When a man without a mouth, lets his dog
I been smoking cigarettes I got American spirit
Tip the bottle back so I can just end the drought
A couple seconds in hell I just wanna feel it
All
Small fry, struttin' by the pool room,
Small fry, should be in the school room.
My my, put down that cigarette,
You ain't a grown-up high
Can, and by coincidence we love
The elected until the detected of being human
American falls, minorities lose war
But if we unite we would have won
him with
The sole of my shoe
Small fry, struttin' by the pool room
Small fry, should be in the school room
My, my, put down that cigarette
You ain't
She lights another cigarette
Counts all the lines that she'll reject
She whispers "I won't drown for this
And I hope it's worth it"
Step back cause
me in my home with my guitar in my hands
We all go, we all go
It's all over before you know
I believe that I
Was born with a song inside of me
the motherfucking gifts
to me you're just the one that got away
to you im just some song that you already sing
dreaming...
she said she's infatuated by the beat
to tell you, I'm not a fortune teller
I don't like watching TV, I don't know what it all means
And your American dream, baby it just isn't me
I know
and have an escape. Obie was makin' sure
It was about four or five hours later that Alice (remember Alice?
There's a song about Alice)
Alice came by
the fifth amendment
We both criminals with bad intentions
They say time heals all
But if I can shortcut
My success, Corvettes by tomorrow
Why so sad?
know your home but it feels like hell
You are at least an American girl
You tell her all about the songs that changed your life
There’s nothing holding
singin' songs, singin' songs for the lonely
Well the girls with the room keys
They know all his words by heart, by heart, and they all sing
Lovely
view
What I need to get me through
Black trends will never reject
Thirty helpless dirty cigarettes
Day and night a body in debt
All my thoughts become
On a fifteen minute break
We shared a cigarette, a long kiss
Then she stood there by the stage
All night by the stage
Man, what can I say
She loved me
I wanna dedicate this song to every workin’ man and woman in this country
And to everyone that’s tryin’ to run a business and constantly punished,
Sing us a song of the century
It sings like American Eulogy
The dawn of my love and conspiracy
Forgotten hope and the class of thirteen
Tell me
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