Lirik Lagu All American Tragedy - Knox
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Let me set the scene, quiet as can beShe was just a pretty little face in the bleachersDying to be free, and he was seventeenSharing cigarettes and hiding smoke from the teachers
Maybe she wanted a little taste of the wild sideHe was the getaway ride outta townAnd maybe he wanted a little tame to the wildfireBut you know they're never gonna slow down now
She's into bad guys driving the fast carsMaking her dad cry, kissing the guitar player in a pop-punk local indie bandUndressing in the back seat of his mom's minivanHe was a good kid, son of a pastorA little bit unhinged, a perfect disasterAnd they won't be the first, no, they're not the last to beJust another classic all-American tragedy
Sneaking out her room, quarter after 2Planning the tattoos they'll keep from their parentsHe gets her into shows, she wants see the roadTrading in a future for her name in his lyrics
They all say, "Oh my God, they might be too far gone"Oh, they're off of the deep end, and Mom isn't sleeping'Cause she knows that no one could get them to stop
She's into bad guys driving the fast carsMaking her dad cry, kissing the guitar player in a pop-punk local indie bandUndressing in the back seat of his mom's minivanHe was a good kid, son of a pastorA little bit unhinged, a perfect disasterAnd they won't be the first, no, they're not the last to beJust another classic all-American tragedy
She's into bad guys driving the fast carsMaking her dad cry, kissing the guitar player in a pop-punk local indie bandUndressing in the back seat of his mom's minivanHe was a good kid, son of a pastorA little bit unhinged, a perfect disasterAnd they won't be the first, no, they're not the last to beJust another classic all-American tragedy
Maybe she wanted a little taste of the wild sideHe was the getaway ride outta townAnd maybe he wanted a little tame to the wildfireBut you know they're never gonna slow down now
She's into bad guys driving the fast carsMaking her dad cry, kissing the guitar player in a pop-punk local indie bandUndressing in the back seat of his mom's minivanHe was a good kid, son of a pastorA little bit unhinged, a perfect disasterAnd they won't be the first, no, they're not the last to beJust another classic all-American tragedy
Sneaking out her room, quarter after 2Planning the tattoos they'll keep from their parentsHe gets her into shows, she wants see the roadTrading in a future for her name in his lyrics
They all say, "Oh my God, they might be too far gone"Oh, they're off of the deep end, and Mom isn't sleeping'Cause she knows that no one could get them to stop
She's into bad guys driving the fast carsMaking her dad cry, kissing the guitar player in a pop-punk local indie bandUndressing in the back seat of his mom's minivanHe was a good kid, son of a pastorA little bit unhinged, a perfect disasterAnd they won't be the first, no, they're not the last to beJust another classic all-American tragedy
She's into bad guys driving the fast carsMaking her dad cry, kissing the guitar player in a pop-punk local indie bandUndressing in the back seat of his mom's minivanHe was a good kid, son of a pastorA little bit unhinged, a perfect disasterAnd they won't be the first, no, they're not the last to beJust another classic all-American tragedy
