Texty:
American Nightmare

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

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

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

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

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

, 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

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

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

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