Sangtekst: SR-71. All American.

I never got high the first time I tried Just like everyone I know the cigarettes were bold For a little four foot nothing ten year-old On hot summer days We'd go down to the mall Send security climbin' up the walls Just like everyone We were forever young I am not so original Never to be cynical A little unstable Clinically labeled Fucked-up all-American I am totally miserable Ever to be pigeon-holed Completely obsessive Manic depressive Fucked-up all-American We lived out our lives like we would never die Just like everyone But before Keith went to bed He put a double barrel shotgun to his head I am not so original Never to be cynical A little unstable Clinically labeled Fucked-up all-American I am totally miserable Ever to be pigeon-holed Completely obsessive Manic depressive Fucked-up all-American Smashing bottles and cans For reasons I don't understand When I look at the past It's like staring at pieces of broken glass I am not so original Never to be cynical A little unstable Clinically labeled Fucked-up all-American I am totally miserable Ever to be pigeon-holed Completely obsessive Manic depressive Fucked-up all-American