Bloodtype کے بول

Baby, I was born in the USA But I didn't start the fire Spent a lot of time keeping fear at bay But I'm not blaming Jesus Christ But I don't even know my own blood type Little bit of love at seventeen Been downhill ever since Better watch your mouth when you're talkin' to me 'Cause it goes in the back of my head And I won't even look you in the eyes I don't even know my own blood type Made a few friends in Tennessee But I'll die in West Virginia Convinced myself I'm a communist But I take and I take and I take you for granted (ooh) Cleaning corners of my mind But I don't even know my own blood type But you see straight through crooked lines And hotel keys and sugar highs And you You cut right to the truth Hold me down with common sense Or Christmas trees and chain-link fences You You cut right to the truth You You're slowly getting through