lyrics
I've become a sad old boy.
Been a long time coming I know why:
anticipated the lost years before my time,
and now it seems how it seems outside.
American terror,
my number's not a set.
American terrorist,
ain't I too blessed to be stressed out at all?
I'm American.
I started talking to myself outside,
and studied late into the night sometimes.
Now I think I found the last valley, and I hope I'm right,
'cause all this singing's got me terrified.
American terror,
you're under follower's arrest.
American terrorist,
ain't I too blessed to be stressed?
I thank God I'm American.
American terror,
getting tired of this shit.
American terrorist,
ain't I too blessed to be stressed?
I thank God I'm American.
Orrin, why didn't I know?
Weren't you supposed to say to me...
Orrin, why didn't I know?
Whenever I'm down, you come up.
Orrin, why didn't I know?
You're so bad once you do whatever it is you do.
Orrin, why didn't I know?
Whenever I'm down, you come up.
Whenever I'm down you cum.
Whenever I'm down,
whenever I'm down.
American terror,
my shoulders need a rest.
American terrorist,
ain't I too blessed to be stressed to be stressed?
credits
from
EVSDRiPR ep,
released January 21, 2014
Brittney White - lead guitar, bass
Kyle Gootkin - vocals, guitar, organ
Michael Pa - drums and percussion
Andrew Nalty - organ
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