Paroles de We're An American Band

Driving in the south, the motor's on fire Let's put it out, before the flames go higher Monday matinee, in pull we are life's throb So hard to choose between conceit and rock Some college in the spring, the sound is all wrong Reset the mate to our flamin groovies song Driving, night again, they're late, car crash We'll turn to look unless we're going too fast