Текст песни
lord why don t you buy me pseudoephedrine
out of control
If companies were people, the first cut is the deepest Of, cutting copper cables
and budget cuts
i circle in my backyard
dusk til dawn
North of compassion, south of the border, and now it s urgent
Got to find your own version of who you are, north of compassion, out of control
Out of control, lord why don t you buy me pseudoephedrine
South of the border, out of control, out of control
Out of control, no gun control Bonaparte, out of control
out of control
out of control
out of control
no gun control
to be young and living in america
South of the border, out of control
the tea-party is playing at my house
I can buy me food, touch the tip of the pistol
Life decisions based on guns or a guitar, brownies sporting rifles on my front lawn
North of compassion, out of control, out of control
South of the border, to be young and living in america Out, power greedy minds
No gun control, out of control
Power greedy minds, jerks on joysticks
north of compassion
Out of control, out of control
out of control
Out of control, out of control, south of the border
out of control
power greedy minds
Out of control, north of compassion
Out of control, power greedy minds
I can buy me food, and budget cuts
Out of control, if companies were people Out, north of compassion
the first cut is the deepest
Out of control, touch the tip of the pistol Control, got to be ambitious
but no laundry detergent
Out of control, power greedy minds
out of control
Out of control, life decisions based on guns or a guitar, jerks on joysticks
out of control
Out of control, out of control
Out of control, out of control
Out of control, out of control
and budget cuts
the first cut is the deepest
north of compassion
jerks on joysticks