I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is I live on the west side of America How many likes is my life worth? I'm from the east side of America They say that I am the sick boy Feed yourself with my

Divided states of the world Divided states of America If we don't all stand together, we will fall Let's reach across that great divide 'Cause they built these walls so high Oh, divided states of America If we don't all stand together (together), we will

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

Hey ey ey ey ey ey You know what they say 'Cause it's a new day, we're gonna go far Knuckle down, trim, and shake off the dead weight You can't hide from your ghosts 'Cause it's a new day, I wanna go far Break it down, jump the gun, find a new way I'm

In this American dream Well I guess it all depends on you Don't tell me that the sky is the limit 'Cause it ain't about what you can do It's a who knows who And your views They say the sky is the limit They said the sky is the limit And your views (in

Hey ya, I wanna go out Out of my mind Hey ya, I wanna check out Step off of my cloud I'm going out, I, I, love it, love it I wanna go out, I wanna-na Let's get wild and make a memory Out of my mind, out of my mind No I can't take it anymore

John, Christine is still with us Christine is dead, Laura Of course, of course, I know but, you know the two ladies in the restaurant? Well, they were watching us while we were eating. They kept staring at us, they told me this because they could see

This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year Waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost He rides the feed lots, clerks in the markets On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer And his dreams of tomorrow,

Glory, glory hallelujah His truth is marching on Look away, look away, look away Dixieland Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton Old times they are not forgotten Oh, I wish I was in Dixie, away, away In Dixieland I take my stand to live and die in Dixie

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