Matthew Wilder The Kid's American Lyrics

Rocket with the top down
barrelling down highway 9

Pickin' up the same crowd by the pepsi sign.
Baby
gun your gas
paint your lipstick on
'till it shines like glass - midnight riders
lovers
rock and roll.
Oh yea
yea
yea.
Got it in the blood
the kids american.
Underneath the hood
you know the kid's american.
'cause he looks so good
the kid's american.
Cruisin' faster than he should
the kid's american.
Out behind the high-school smokin' that cigarette. Deep into the blue jean
gonna get deeper yet.
On the night cool grass
Something's in the wind
And it's comin' fast. -
Hold in baby

try to take it slow.
Oh no
yea
yea.
Got it in the blood

The kids american. . . .

Drag it out all night
till
There's nothing leff by morning light.
Drive until your chassis
Bottoms out. Oh yea
yea
yea.
Got it in the blood

The kids american. . . .

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