His father was a drinker And his mother cried in bed Folding John Wayne's t-shirts When the swing set hit his head The neighbors, they adored him For his humor and his conversation Look underneath the house there Find the few living things Rotting fast in their sleep of the dead 27 people Even more They were boys With their cars Summer jobs Oh my God Are you one of them? He dressed up like a clown for them With his face paint white and red And on his best behavior In a dark room on the bed, he kissed them all He'd kill 10,000 people With a sleight of his hand Running far, running fast to the dead He took off all their clothes for them He put a cloth On their lips Quiet hands Quiet kiss On the mouth And in my best behavior I am really just like him Look beneath the floorboards For the secrets I have hid

I met John Wayne and Jesus when I was just a kid They both had on their cowboy hats just like I'd pictured them I stood up at the front of the class waving my American flag I said the pledge, sang amber waves of grain Chorus And(But) I sing all the songs of America Danced in the rain in Lafayette I'm still hanging out with John Wayne and Jesus And I know this is good as life can get Well, I had big time when I was down in Houston Well, I fell in love and moved out to New Orleans Well, she said so long, now I'm here all alone She's still got a little bitty piece of me Chorus Well John Wayne and Jesus moved out to Hollywood Workin' behind the scenes on MTV Me I'm standing right down here in Texas And I know that's where I was always meant to be Chorus

It's easy to fall in love It's easy to fall in love with you It's easy to fall in love It's easy to fall in love with you You go outside dressed like that You knew what was going to happen, didn't you? You talk to me like that You knew I was slowly falling in love with you And I... ooh And I... ooh You know it's your neglect Is the reason that I'm so obsessed with you And when I asked you your name you said John Wayne And I guess it's true 'Cause then you shot me down Doubled over and I hit the ground right in front of you I guess in the Wild West It's ok to shoot the pest that's annoying you And I... ooh And I... ooh It's easy to fall in love It's easy to be alone It's easy to hate yourself When all your love is inside someone else It's easy to take it all It's easy to give it to When there's more people out there to love Than people who love you And I... ohh It's easy to fall in love (It's easy to fall in love with you) The reason that I'm so obsessed (You knew what was going to happen didn't you) I guess in the Wild West (You knew I was slowly falling in love with you) It's easy to fall in love It's easy to fall in love with you

Gracias a Dios todo va bien, todo se dio El dinero se multiplicó, la pauta también Papi, ¿qué paso? Gracias a Dios todo va bien, todo se dio El dinero se multiplicó, la pauta también Papi, ¿qué paso? La Combi picante El cuello brillante Un culo gigante Los partys de gánsters La Combi picante El cuello brillante Un culo gigante Los partys de gánsters Vesti'o de Gucci con to'os los metales El AP cabrón tú sabes cuánto vale Te los vamos a dar en la cara y en los abdominales Un kilo que entra y otro que sale La tarima con fuegos artificiales Haciendo partys semanales On fire como Jordan en las finales El party prendi'o Los phillies prendi'os El botelleo prendi'o Los culos prendi'os El party prendi'o Los phillies prendi'os El botelleo prendi'o Los culos prendi'os (Bryant Myers, Bryant Myers) (Bryant Myers, Bryant Myers) (Bryant Myers, Bryant Myers) (Bryant Myers, Bryant Myers) (Bryant Myers, Bryant Myers) (Bryant Myers, Bryant Myers) (Bryant Myers, Bryant Myers) (Bryant Myers, Bryant Myers) La Combi picante El cuello brillante Un culo gigante Los partys de gánsters La Combi picante El cuello brillante Un culo gigante Los partys de gánsters Gracias a Dios todo va bien, todo se dio El dinero se multiplicó, la pauta también Papi, ¿qué paso? Gracias a Dios todo va bien, todo se dio El dinero se multiplicó, la pauta también Papi, ¿qué paso? Negra la careta y la camiseta Negra la fourty y la camioneta Un paso en falso y grabamos tu muerte como los Z Lo que fumamos son moñas crunchies como galleta Cada vez que entramos a la disco las babys se ponen inquietas El party prendi'o Los phillies prendi'os El botelleo prendi'o Los culos prendi'os El party prendi'o Los phillies prendi'os El botelleo prendi'o Los culos prendi'os (Alex Ki) (Alex Killer) (Bryant Ma') (Bryant Myers) (La Oscuridad) (El que pegó el trap) (Ustedes lo saben) La Combi picante El cuello brillante Un culo gigante Los partys de gánsters La Combi picante El cuello brillante Un culo gigante Los partys de gánsters Gracias a Dios todo va bien, todo se dio El dinero se multiplicó, la pauta también Papi, ¿qué paso? Gracias a Dios todo va bien, todo se dio El dinero se multiplicó, la pauta también Papi, ¿qué paso?

I don't mind work and I love to fish I been known as a son of a bitch When life gets tough I roll my sleeves up Yeah, I get it done it's always enough I toil real hard with nothing to show I owe it all to the savings and loan So break our backs and make us slaves All for the love of the USA Times get harder give me a fire starter Drench my self up in holy water Spiritual things the heartland bleeds I need a Bible, a gun and gasoline Ain't nothing much to do in this town The industry's gone and the mill has closed down And up on the hill lives a Jezebel She's got some sin and some pills to sell So no need to lie with your opium eyes When you got a script there's no need to hide Bitch and moan and dance in the street We would rather have bombs then food to eat Times get harder give me a fire starter Drench my self up in holy water Spiritual things the heartland bleeds I need a Bible, a gun and gasoline And you think that you're really gonna make a change Maybe you and I are the ones to blame Times get harder give me a fire starter Drench my self up in holy water Spiritual things the heartland bleeds I need a Bible, a gun and gasoline Times get harder give me a fire starter Drench my self up in holy water Spiritual things the heartland bleeds I need a Bible, a gun and gasoline Gasoline Gasoline Gasoline Gasoline Gasoline