American Teenager

Grew up under yellow light on the street

Putting too much faith in the make-believe

And another high school football team

The neighbor's brother came home in a box

But he wanted to go, so maybe it was his fault

Another red heart taken by the American dream

And I feel it there

In the middle of the night

When the lights go out and I'm all alone again

Say what you want, but say it like you mean it

With your fists for once, a long cold war

With your kids at the front

Just give it one more day, then you'rе done

Done

I do what I want, crying in the blеachers

And I said it was fun

I don't need anything from anyone, it's just not my year

But I'm all good out here

Sunday morning

Hands over my knees in a room full of faces

I'm sorry if I sound off, but I was probably wasted

And didn't feel so good

Head full of whiskey but I always deliver

Jesus, if you're listening let me handle my liquor

And Jesus, if you're there, why do I feel alone in this room with you?

And I feel it there

In the middle of the night

When the lights go out

But I'm still standing here

Say what you want, but say it like you mean it

With your fists for once, a long cold war

With your kids at the front

Just give it one more day, then you're done

Done

I do what I want, crying in the bleachers

And I said it was fun

I don't need anything from anyone

It's just not my year

But I'm all good out here

Say what you want, but say it like you mean it

With your fist for once

A long cold war

With your kids at the front

Just give it one more day, then you're done

I do it for my daddy and I do it for Dale

I'm doing what I want and damn, I'm doing it well

For me, for me

For me, for me