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Текст: machine head. american high.

I was that kid sittin over

In the corner,

Smiling with a shit-eating

Grin

And I was that kid smilin in

The back of class

cause Im fryin on mescaline

I was that kid drinkin 40s

On the bleachers

Getting drunk after school

Gettin home too late,

Fallin on my face,

Way too drunk to skate

And actin a fool

I was that kid never doing

Good at

Nothing except for maybe

At p.e.

And I was that kid getting

Bullied by the

Filipinos rollin with abt

Me and my friends reading

The satanic Bible thinking

We should start a band

Cutting class to jam,

Cutting class to jam

In my dads garage we

Learned to

Act a fool - dont need to

Be cool

Pissed off too and

Breaking the rules

Mama told me stay in

School

Dont rock n roll

But this is my american

High

I was that kid that was

Crank-calling

Your girlfriend, couldnt

Get a goddamn date

And I was that kid that was

Getting hella busted for

Pissin on the bart train

I fuckin hated school

Except for hanging out

With my friends, the

Outcast that was

Startin up a band

Fremont was the town,

California-bound,

Bay area sound, taught me

To

Act a fool - dont need to

Be cool

Pissed off too and

Breaking the rules

Mama told me stay in

School

Dont rock n roll

But this is my american

High

Im that kid you tried to

Punk in english class

Now Im in a band and

Youre kissing my...

Asteroids beat out homework

Slayer beat out zeppelin

Not the sharpest noggin

Thats why Im in this band

And what you got against

Me, I dont need a new job

What you got against me,

Ill get by on my own

Tellin me Im never getting

By from my songs

I love it when youre

Proven wrong

Act a fool - dont need to

Be cool

Pissed off too and

Breaking the rules

Mama told me stay in

School

Dont rock n roll

But this is my american

High

Act a fool - dont need to

Be cool

Break the rules

cause this is my american

High.