AJJ, Andrew Jackson Jihad - Sorry Bro

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Fifteen songs, fifteen shows
Fifteen pigs sucking at your tit
How does it feel to live here?
How does it feel to leave here?
Fifteen notes, fifteen notes
Fifteen dogs chewing on your throat
How does it feel to come home?
I wish you had a home
And you’ve got nothing I want but got something I need
You’ve got the elegant ability to breathe
Traffic report, fifteen dead
A head-on collision, at least that what I thought I had read
We’re the kids in America!
We’re the kids in America!
Fifteen days, you’re back on track
With fifteen ounces cut out of your fucking back
How does it feel to be you?
I do not envy you, dude
You’ve got nothing I like but got something I love
You got the charm and the skills to rise above
You know how to be loved
And you’re as clean as a broke-dick dog
And I don’t want to be like you
But I’m still rooting for you
I would hate to be like you
But I’m still rooting for you
I would hate to be like you
But I’m still rooting for you
I don’t want to be like you
But I’m still rooting for you
You’ve got nothing I hate but got something I loathe
You still walk around letting other people pick out your clothes
And they will tell you when to go They’ll tell you who to know
And they will tell you when to stop
And then you’ll stop