Woorden:
Dirty Americans

Take a look into my blood shot eyes A starry haze you can?t escape You can blame me you can fanaticize But the motion makes you hesitate Oh, I?m on

I hear the mission bells I see the way to hell In a butterfly Hands up in the air Blood red everywhere Till were dead and gone When the white horse

Yeah she walks into the room She gets you high enough inside Then she blows your mind She?ll throw down till you can?t fell nothing Sing a song about

I don?t need a woman with a heart that?s true You don?t have to look good for what you?ll have to do Take you to my house and show you to my room You

Should have know better than to ride with you...last night Black flag flying in a red sky You know I saw it coming from a mile away?last night Your

my dirty little secret (Dirty little secret) Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret (Just another regret, hope that you can keep it) My dirty little secret Dirty little secret Dirty

I walked passed the highway late last night, to try and say goodbye to everyone and everything. To try and see if you could sing just one last song for

I walked passed the highway late last night, to say goodbye to everyone and everything. To try to see if you could sing just one last song for me. And

Direct your attention up front this is your song, the glare, from the transparent space. Mixed with the sun isnt good enough, I need to see your naked