You're killing me, you're killing me Doctor, please, give me a dose of the American Dream Put down the pen and look in my eyes We're in the waiting room and something ain't right All this is on you, we're over prescribed Doctor, your medicine, and your

Kids are running around naked, fuckin? in the bushes. Ah, ah, ah ah I love it! Room for everybody here Yes, all are welcome! Yes indeed, I love them! Fun! Nice! Life! Youths! Beautiful! I'm all for it We put this festival on you bastards, with a lotta

I miss my baby Messin' with these LA girls I'm missin' my baby (LA girls) There was Nikki, Nicole, Tiffany, and Heather But there's only room for you in my world But you say that I changed like the east coast weather How the hell did I get caught up?

There's beautiful and then there's you Some girls walk in the room and everything remains But when you opened up the door, my life completely changed There's no words to express When you're wearing that dress that way There's no words to describe Let me

Zooted, I'm zooted The room is spinning 'round and 'round And tonight going stupid I wanna wake up in the clouds Tell my friends I'm pulling up Put some liquor in my cup I'm getting higher off your love 'Cause I'm zooted, so zooted

You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? I mean you need to hear this Every second,

And I know what's on your mind God knows I put it there But if I took it back Well you'd be nowhere You'd be nowhere again In my cold arms Weekend wreckers take the streets With abandon in their eyes But in our bedroom we're bloodshot and beat

(Kick me out, kick me out) I don't want to hear you Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook Fake Tales of San Francisco I don't want to hear, you know Echo through the room More point to a wedding disco Without a bride or groom There's a super

She's a poor girl This is a story 'bout a poor girl, a story that you ought to know She lived all alone in a one room flat on a street where the lights are low Every night about the same time she'd go and put her glad rags on Go to the place where

I'm singing you this lullaby, lullaby, lullaby, lullaby Singing you this lullaby, lullaby, lullaby, lullaby 'Cause baby when the lights go out in the room I'ma put it down on you I'll show you the time of your life Baby right before I say goodnight