| We're an American Band |
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| Driving in the south, the motor’s on fire |
| Let’s put it out, before the flames go higher |
| Monday matinee, in pull we are life’s throb |
| So hard to choose between conceit and rock |
| Some college in the spring, the sound is all wrong |
| Reset the mate to our Flamin Groovies song |
| Driving, night again, they’re late, car crash |
| We’ll turn to look unless we’re going too fast |
