The Kids America — текст песни (Matthew Wilder)

Rocket with the top down
barrelling down highway 9

Pickin` up the same crowd by the pepsi sign.
Baby
gun your gas
paint your lipstick on
`till it shines like glass - midnight riders
lovers
rock and roll.
Oh yea
yea
yea.
Got it in the blood
the kids american.
Underneath the hood
you know the kid`s american.
`cause he looks so good
the kid`s american.
Cruisin` faster than he should
the kid`s american.
Out behind the high-school smokin` that cigarette.
Deep into the blue jean
gonna get deeper yet.
On the night cool grass
Something`s in the wind
And it`s comin` fast. -
Hold in baby

try to take it slow.
Oh no
yea
yea.
Got it in the blood

The kids american. . . .

Drag it out all night
till
There`s nothing leff by morning light.
Drive until your chassis
Bottoms out. Oh yea
yea
yea.
Got it in the blood

The kids american. . . .