The Kids American Songtext

von Matthew Wilder

Rocket with the top down,barrelling down highway 9
Pickin'up the same crowd by the pepsi sign
Baby,gun your gas,paint your lipstick on
'till it shine like glass - midnight riders,lovers rock and roll
Oh yea,yea,yea

Got in the blood,the kids american
Underneath the hood,you know the kid's american
Cruisin'faster than he should,the kids american

Out behind the high-school smokin'that cigarette
Deep into the blue jeans,gonna get deeper yet
On the night cool grass
Something's in the wind
And it's comin'fast -
Hold in baby
Try to take it slow
Oh no,yea,yea
Got in the blood
The kids american...

Drag it out all night,till
There's nothing left by morning light
Drive until your chassis
Bottoms out.Oh yea,yea,yea
Got in the blood
The kids american...