Lyrics:
freaks get dressed to go out at night
They like to wear leather jackets, chains and spikes
They wear rips and zippers all in their shirts
Real tight
freaks get dressed to go out at night
They like to wear leather jackets, chains and spikes
They wear rips and zippers all in their shirts
Real tight
known
But the thought that keeps me up at night was how far I am from home
Writing letters by the moonlight
Drinking whiskey, with the radio on late
fuckin' past
I just seen you yesterday
By any means was all it ever seemed to be
This reminiscin' with my past has got me
Caught up in a daydream
Stay in
Watching the car lights passing by while I drive past with open thoughts
The city lights shine so bright feeling a vibe all the stoplights turn green
Lyrics:
1. Lookout folks there’s a big new game
For damned Republicans who know no shame
All the world’s troubles are caused by Libs
Says Fox News
Sixty needles and sixty pins
Look at all the Happy Americans
They never question, never doubt
What is this country they talk about?
Every day
Sixty needles and sixty pins
Look at all the Happy Americans
They never question, never doubt
What is this country they talk about?
Every day
To new heights go beyond every light take flights in the clouds chase off in the night
No one asked you to stay nor go so forgive yourself set free before
to my fam
Type to make a plan
Build a house on some land
But yo don't understand
Not the stay at home type
I'll be out making music
All day and all night
yea!
All these issues we gon' hash em out, yea yea!
Singabuyi singakabi-right, yea yea!
Gas tank let's just fill it up and
Drive, ey! mas'shayele, yey!
though he'd rather own a new import
It's dependible and more important its all he can afford
Stops by the coffee shop to pick up some smokes and a cup
My Jesus loves me and how do I know
Not just because the Bible tells me so
The pride of life and all of its lusts
He understands cause he's my American
a friend was still a dime
Everything's been sold American
Early Times is finished and the want ads all are read
Everyone's been sold American
In dreaming
written all over
Gold medals from the Olympics
That chair you sit in
Paved by an African American's
Named DR. Martin Luther King
Who graduated at age 15
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
condemn to die
But taking everything that he's living by
And reject him from society all
God's children aren't free
No reject him from society all
God's
Got my American dream
Right by the southern stream
But what does a salary mean
If you cant blow off some steam
Right in the winter time
Shooting
not die
You take all my certainties and
Turn them into doubts
Take all my fears and
Turn them in real monsters
You drive me smiling but
You are never
the moonlight
Just another American Saturday night
There's a big toga party tonight down at Delta Chi
They've got Canadian bacon on their pizza pie
They've got
in my head repeating
Reject, I still am
Making money off the internet
As the clouds cover the sky turns to gray
Unsaturate all the blood in my veins
Wanna drive through the desert
Dance under the moon (under the moon)
Stop off in Vegas, bet it all on you
I need more than just one night together
Yeah we rolling rolling rolling rolling late night drive with you
By my side yeah hop in my ride now
We rolling rolling rolling rolling late night
particular night, I was uh, playing the guitar in a little alleyway just off of Wardour Street in Soho and uh, I got busted by the police. This policeman
came
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