I’m getting loaded on American dreams
With a dirty stick of Irish and a bottle of Beam
Though I might be running empty like a broken machine
I’d rather feel it burn me out before I lose any steam
Well come on…well come on
They wait in neutral while it passes them by
You know you always find religion when you’re drinking to die
You start to knock another back and then you swallow the lies.
But when you’re looking in the mirror, do you look in your eyes?
Well come on…well come on

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We’ve loaded up our empty magazines
We’ll fire it up; we’re born and bred in gasoline
We’ve had enough, so now just run and hide
We’ve got a burning rage inside
We’re gonna riot tonight

You know they always say you’re crazy when you’re going too far
And then they’re suddenly forgiving when they tear you apart
They’ll try to snuff you like a candle ‘fore the fire can start
And leave you hanging like a bullet with a shot through the heart
Well come on…well come on
You’re sticking to the story under shadow of doubt
But do you wonder in the morning what they’re talking about
But if you’re given opportunity to give it a shout
Now would you take all your time, or baby, take them all out?
Well come on…well come on

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Booze up and riot
Booze up and riot
Booze up and riot

It seems forever since I came to this town
Another empty-headed thinker with an idiot’s crown
They keep on pushing us together while they’re pulling us down
I think It’s time to leave our mark and let them burn to the ground
Well come on…well come on
They offer up an empty marker that nobody will know
And leave another brother down but leave a million to go
It’s just another tragic ending of the comedy show
You know we’re only killing time before the mercury blows
Well come on…well come on

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