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Take me out to the ballgame.
Throw me down on the ground.
Buy me some panties and camouflage.
Run me down with a rusty old dodge.
So let's root for good old America.
If they don't win, there's no game.
Scream "Kill! Kill! Kill!" or be killed.
Someone get my perscription filled.
I've done nothing, and I'm all out of ideas.
I'm bored of this dumb boring person I is.
Oh, shit up a rope go buttfuck the pope
with American Idol or Original Coke.
I cram and cram until it all fits.
I'm overexcited, I'm painting with shit.
Believe what you see when they say
that you won't believe your eyes.
A second chance to live, an early turn to die.
Say 'hi'. Look your best.
Say 'thank you', 'pardon me'.
Bend down, grit your teeth.
Steady, hands on knees.
Feel it? Do you feel it?
Yeah, that's the way it always feels.
Stand up and die trying,
fainting, digging in dead heels.
Throw me down on the ground.
Buy me some panties and camouflage.
Run me down with a rusty old dodge.
So let's root for good old America.
If they don't win, there's no game.
Scream "Kill! Kill! Kill!" or be killed.
Someone get my perscription filled.
I've done nothing, and I'm all out of ideas.
I'm bored of this dumb boring person I is.
Oh, shit up a rope go buttfuck the pope
with American Idol or Original Coke.
I cram and cram until it all fits.
I'm overexcited, I'm painting with shit.
Believe what you see when they say
that you won't believe your eyes.
A second chance to live, an early turn to die.
Say 'hi'. Look your best.
Say 'thank you', 'pardon me'.
Bend down, grit your teeth.
Steady, hands on knees.
Feel it? Do you feel it?
Yeah, that's the way it always feels.
Stand up and die trying,
fainting, digging in dead heels.
Song Info
Submitted by
baconandeggs On Sep 27, 2006
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