American Static

Help me, I need nicotine and patience
And some sort of salvation from a savior I can’t find
'cause we all grow up to be our fathers
Marrying the daughters of the men we once despised
Now these small town kids are always running
But they can’t help from becoming
The very thing they fear the most
And these tattooed girls are such a perfect cover
But they make such lousy lovers, I have found
I have found
This American static
So automatic
Five, four, three, two, one
It all seems to only
Make me more lonely
Five, four, three, two, one
Five, four, three, two, one
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, ohh
Well these late nights
Quoting Kerouac and Wilde
We just use them to revile those
Who remind us of ourselves
So call me when your parties over
And the Sunday morning sober has you down
Has us down
This American static
So automatic
Five, four, three, two, one
It all seems to only
Make me more lonely
Five, four, three, two, one
Five, four, three, two, one
This American static
So automatic
Five, four, three, two, one
It all seems to only
Make me more lonely
Five, four, three, two, one
Five, four, three, two, one
Five, four, three, two, one
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, ohh