I've never been so happy to see a girl leave Take your filthy little hands off my dirty ripped jeans You told me you hated my GNR shirt Shoulda known
You're waitin' by the car as I pull in And this is where the ending begins Lookin' like you made up your mind Like anything I say would be a waste of
You're one mean stripper with a microphone And I'd respect you more if you just took off your clothes, yeah You're a waste of free minutes and a dance
By the time that the songs came on We were stoned, out of our minds I know it's only rock and roll But it's the soundtrack of our lives And no matter
Passed out layin' in a strip club parking lot Missin' my shoes and my shirt Woke up face down, empty bottles all around And why the hell does my head
is the "I can't live without" When the real world crashes down Oh, if they could see me now When all the dreams of on your own Turn to nightmares all
Sitting here with an empty bottle, down to my last cigarette No missed calls and alcohol, I guess I saw what I got left No one saw what you did to me
on heels I'm red, white, blue tattooed and just don't care I'm your all American nightmare I'm your all American nightmare I'm your all American nightmare
This ain't a love song, but don't get me wrong, I'm gonna love you all night long while your turning me on, Till the lovin' and the liquor's gone,
I'm living Life with no regrets They're on their way buy ain't here yet I just left Las Vegas in bad bad shape I only call home if I get the chance Every
Almost midnight I'm just sittin' at the bar You slide ride up Whisper "I know who you are" And you want a little company tonight You need a little love
, yeah Thirteen ghosts in the devil's head Step right up and feel the fire Hardcore love of the never dead Call me the American nightmare Call me the American
I was counting The good things about this city The only good thing is you are not here When you're around it Makes it hard to be what I need to be
This is the soundtrack To saying goodbye We are making out With desperate days So turn the volume up high (You love it) God bless repeat - play
Dear eastern prom I know what's wrong... But it's suicide eyes That wrote this song For all I'm worth Writer's block is a bitch Words falling like
I took a shot at the world And I missed (amo te') Traded my bow for a new year's kiss Broken arrows and loveless wrists Tell "J.C." I'm dying in Mass
FUCK. A great word for a great world. Like each clue, just not getting through. I spoke to you in yawns, with sweaty palms. All the kids swearing forever
I won't go because I've been there before, and it took twenty years to pick my face up off the floor. I'm not "sorry" if "things" aren't the "same" but
