Lyrics:
tonight, not tonight
It's all a lie, all a lie, all a lie
I'm not enough, not enough, not enough
But who cares about me anyway
Sleeping in the night yeah
drive
It's too far outta reach
But now the headlights are flashin' by so fast
All directions seems the same
And the windscreen wipers keep a beat
to Hell,
Let's burn here and now
Meet my wrath, meet your fate
Children of night, heathens and rejects,
Forward we march, making the Earth shake
We won't
therapy
Black neighborhoods are devastated by cop brutality
Companies lobby the government to keep their salary
Watch out for gay people trying to turn all
(D-Nebraska)
Senator Gorton (R-Washington)
Senator Gore (D-Tennessee)
Tipper Gore
Reverend Jeff Ling
FZ
Spider Barbour voice
All-Night John Kilgore
Up at 3 am on a week night
In the back seat of my car
Watchin the screen 'til the sunrise
I don't care if I don't sleep at all
I know you, your
Drinkin' beer for breakfast makes the whole day painless,
Or getting shit from my friends who shall remain nameless.
Can't be led around by other
real tight
You see I drive a little fast
And we are gonna have a night
That only a redneck would have
That only a redneck would have
That only a redneck
You saw me drive by your place last Friday
But don't make too much of it it's just on my way home
I didn't see the picture that you posted in this
they're
Good Americans. But they're content to sit back, maybe
Watch a little Mork and Mindy on channel 57, maybe kick
Back a cool, Coors 16-ouncer.
higher my heart rate
Beats fast on a Friday night
Up for hours tryna get my mind right
Time flies by so hold on tight we takin off
No shoes on so it hurt
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from
talk about it all night
You can trust me it's gonna make you feel right
You wanna get in - uh
You wanna get in
You wanna get in
I'll open up my turkish
talk about it all night
You can trust me it's gonna make you feel right
You wanna get in - uh
You wanna get in
You wanna get in
I'll open up my turkish
M aybe someday you'll come
To the village I'm from
Right by the bay of beautiful Napoli
Where each Saturday night
As the vino takes flight
We sing
all to the end of our days
We suppress our own truth to pursue empty lives
Gauging achievement by how many 'Likes'
Chasing the American way of lies
Excuse me can you help me straighten up my head?
I got a new friend by the name of Mr Z.
Well what's wrong with that, don't ya like what you see?
Though we steel ourselves for years
Though the end is ever near
In her eyes she says farewell
Nothing can prepare the mind
For the loss of all this
Baby you don't have to treat me all anti
Why you wanna put me on standby?
I can't lie, girl you're hotter than a campfire
We can stay up all night
Thousands of miles
I've done this drive for 20 years
Sunsets behind
I'll blink through
The night on I-70
Mississippi by daybreak
If I ain't tired
behaves
He'll feed you every little line he can
A good man stands by his word
It's this quick
All I need is a colour and some lipstick
Number in your
American, but I'm not a reject
Why am I your dirty little secret? Is it because of all the undies that I peed in?
And I'm your dirty little secret I'm all
seen, I know you hide
I'm a golden boy with a few left of my kind
Most have purple clouds raining views of the night
They all want to be stars but reject
Big spenders with mills in the briefcase
Cocktails by the ocean models legs open
The American dream written in stifling
Tenements by flicking florescent
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