Tekster: SR-71. All American.

I never got high the first time I tried
Just like everyone I know the cigarettes were bold
For a little four foot nothing, ten year old

On hot summer days, we'd go down to the mall
Send security climbin' up the walls
Just like everyone, we were forever young

I am not so original
Never to be cynical
A little unstable
Clinically labeled
Fucked up, all American

I am totally miserable
Ever to be pigeon-holed
Completely obsessive
Manic depressive
Fucked up, all American

We lived out our lives like we would never die
Just like everyone but before Keith went to bed
He put a double barrel shotgun to his head

I am not so original
Never to be cynical
A little unstable
Clinically labeled
Fucked up, all American

I am totally miserable
Ever to be pigeon-holed
Completely obsessive
Manic depressive
Fucked up, all American

Smashing bottles and cans
For reasons I don't understand
When I look at the past
It's like staring at pieces of broken glass

I am not so original
Never to be cynical
A little unstable
Clinically labeled
Fucked up, all American

I am totally miserable
Ever to be pigeon-holed
Completely obsessive
Manic depressive
Fucked up, all American