All Strung Out

Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na

She gets high and he gets low
But it is his life's strength, like Frank Serpico

Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na

He starts to sneeze and pronounces "Bless me"
Wipes his nose on his shirt that says, "Kill Whitey"

Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na

Takes away the hurt real fine
Kind of like listening to Jimmy or Patsy Cline

I'm all strung out on you
You're all left, I want to do
I do what you want me to
I'm all strung out on you

Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na

He digs the seeds in Johnny Cash
But he loves Courtney Love with a passion

Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na

He's got a mom he calls Denise
His daddy cuts his hair, but always wanted to be a priest

Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na

Heaven knows where he comes from
And he knows he waits just like a machine gun

I'm all (I'm all) strung out on you (strung out on you)
You're all (you're all) that I want to do (that I want to do)
Do what you want me to
I'm all strung out on you

Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na

You're everything I ever wanted
You're everything I'll ever need
You're everything I ever wanted
Don't you get me started
Don't get me started
Now I'm started, but I'm all strung out on you

I'm all strung out on you
I'm all strung out

Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na



Credits
Writer(s): Rick Nielsen, Julian Raymond, Tom Petersson, Robin Zander
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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