Americant Lyrics

A Ticket to the p**** Crusher Doug Burns to Death You Look Better When You're Drunk You Use Dirt as a Metaphor for Life Megadeath Americant Ham Hands Lives Taking Back the Night Life Bad Rock Anthem Amaranthine Chernobyll

Anthem to a New Generation Despair I Don't Need to Be Straight Edge to Be Better Than You If Being Fake Was an Olympic Sport S.O.S.E. Self Purgatory The Alphabet Never Really Made Sense to Me You Call Me Son, I Call You Dead You Have a Body Like an Hourglass, and a Face That Could Stop Time You've Successfully Turned Blood Into Water