White America! Little Eric looks just like this Erica loves my shit I go to T-R-L, look how many hugs I get I could be one of your kids I Could be one of your kids I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see So many motherfuckin' people who feel

Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke, yeah I kick back, give the blues spin Turn the quiet up, turn the noise down Let this ol' world just spin around I wanna feel it swing, wanna feel it sway And put some

She is a missing person Missing person Missing person, missing person I've been asking some people, if they remember A girl they forgot, with brown eyes, hair cut, red dress Have you seen her? I think she's much leaner I guess she is missing, it's true

You'd fuck like a whore Your thighs were made for cheeks to graze My lips, your poison They bring you to your knees Breathing and grasping all leads to another messy ending You stupid fucking bitch One, two, three, four (all the things that she said, was

Semper fi tattooed on his left arm In the back that says U.S.A. With WD Forty and a Craftsman wrench He ain't prejudice he's just, made in America Spends a little more in the store for a tag He won't buy nothin' that he can't fix My old man's that old

Young American, young American, I want the young American Young American, young American, she wants the young American He wants the young American They pulled in just behind the bridge He lays her down, he frowns Gee my life's a funny thing, am I still

If I could only kill a word Bend my body, break my bones Use staff and rod to turn me black and blue 'Cause you can't unhear, you can't unsay But if were up to me to change I'd turn lies and hate to love and truth If I could kill a word and watch it die

If I saw you in heaven? Would you know my name Would it be the same I must be strong and carry on 'Cause I know I don't belong here in heaven Would you hold my hand Would you help me stand I'll find my way through night and day 'Cause I know I just can't

When I give it to you night and day, and day, and day So careful what you wish for (You might get it) You might get it (Just wanna show you) Let me show you something different, yeah Bet I make you feel some type of way, of way (Ho) Of way, of way, of

Sitting around waiting on two pink lines We're just sitting around waiting on two pink lines She was pacing back and forth On her front porch I pulled up slinging gravel In my daddy's ford She cried all the way to Johnson's store I kept the motor running