I believe your new girl turned you down
And they say she's pushin' you around
How does it feel, I guess it hurts your pride
Tell me my friend how many nights you've cried
It seems in a moment, your whole world can shatter
Like morning dreams they just disappear
Like dust in your hand falling to the floor
How can life ever be the same
That pure american brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced
Races sundays in jersey in a chevy stock super eight
He rides `er low on the hip, on the side he's got bound for glory in red, white and blue flash paint
Feelin' wired as the day advances
Can't seem to keep my mind off you
It's just no use -- it's blind desire
I wanna know that I can count on you
To throw a little gasoline on the fire
There are scratches all around the coin slot
Like a heartbeat, baby trying to wake up,
But this machine can only swallow money.
You cant lay a patch by computer design.
Its just a lot of stupid, stupid signs.