Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce Too many bowls of that green, no lucky charms The maids come around too much Parents ain't around enough Too many joy rides in daddy's jaguar Too many white lies and white lines Super rich kids with

Hollywood we never goin' down Can't stop, won't stop And all the kids in the hood Come on wave and shake your hands And when you're drunk shake that ass Like you know how to dance Let's dance in the Hood Shake that ass Hollywood Start getting loud I

Why do you wanna go turn back time? Psychotic kids, they don't know what they want Wasted on the young Psychotic kids, we've got to keep control of them Come and take a ride in my psychotic mind My mum thinks I'm on heroin And my dad just thinks I'm gone

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station, gonna get a ticket to ride Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three times Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat Tryin' to

Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed We've got heads on sticks You've got ventriloquists The rats and children follow me out of town I slip away I slipped on a little white lie Come on kids

A man wants to work for his pay A man wants a place in the sun A man wants a gal proud to say That she'll become his lovin' wife He wants a chance to give his kids a better life, yes Well hello, hello, hello brother You can travel all around the world

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

Kids in love We were kids in love Kids in love And then we grew up But won't you hold me close tonight Like we're kids in love? This is our last goodbye Don't come and find me So hard to see you cry

Mama's got a squeeze box Daddy never sleeps at night And the music's all right 'Cause she's playing all night She wears on her chest And when daddy comes home He never gets no rest Well the kids don't eat And the dog can't sleep

We were Jesus save me, blue jean baby Born in the USA Trailer park truck stop, faded little map dots New York to LA We were teenage dreamin’, front seat leanin’ Baby, come give me a kiss Put me on the cover of the Rolling Stone Uptown down home American