West End Crooks
Текст песни Bobby American

Bobby was an American,
Just your ordinary
Working class skin.
22 and already doing time.
Works the 2nd shift
On the assembly line.

If you look in his eyes,
You can see the truth.
This kid is sweating
Red White and Blue

Bobby, where ya' going,
Your running out of time.
In his front yard working
On his Charger 75'.
His folks say he's heading
Down a nowhere dead-end road.
Bobby's 12 beers deep
And Bobby's ready to roll.

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