Traditional — текст песни (Lawrence Arms)

Take me out to the ballgame. Throw me down on the ground.
Buy me some panties and camoflauge.
Run me down with a rusty old dodge and let`s root for good old America.
If they don`t win, there`s no game, and scream Kill! Kill! Kill or be killed.
Someone get my perscription filled. I`ve done nothing, and I`m all out of ideas.
I`m bored of this dumb boring person I is.
Oh, shit up a rope go buttfuck the pope with American Idol and Original Coke.
I cram and cram until it all fits. I`m over excited, I`m painting with shit.

Believe what you see when they say that you won`t believe your eyes.
A second chance to live, an early turn to die. Say `hi`. Look your best.
Say `thank you`, `pardon me`. Bend down, grit your teeth.
Steady, hands on knees. Feel it? Do you feel it? Yeah, that`s the way it always feels.
Stand up and die trying, fainting, digging in dead heels.