'57
We ain't got the brains
We ain't got the bread
I keep a hot hot fever
And a cool cool head
Rockin and a rollin
And a knockin em dead
Go on now momma
Don't you hear what I said
Strummin along til my fingers bled
Hanging on tight but only by a thread
Rockin and a rollin
And it's startin to spread
Go on now momma
There's more blood to shed
From the USA I got nothin to say
Drink all night and I work all day
Sunday morning on my knees and pray
Cuz I'm overdosed and underpaid
Now the streets are movin on a Saturday night
Back seat baby singing hold me tight
Alley cat shadow and the moon is bright
Oh my Lord we got the feelin right
Jukebox junkie is outta sight
Ain't no secret I'm high as a kite
Boys been drinking and they're ready to fight
Oh my Lord it's like dynamite
From the USA I got nothin to say
Drink all night and I work all day
Sunday morning on my knees and pray
Cuz I'm overdosed and underpaid
Just a real bad rebel with nothing to do
Ain't got the money and I haven't a clue
Lover I'm a liar but my love is true
Gotta gotta gotta get next to you
From the USA I got nothin to say
Drink all night and I work all day
Sunday morning on my knees and pray
Cuz I'm overdosed and underpaid
We ain't got the bread
I keep a hot hot fever
And a cool cool head
Rockin and a rollin
And a knockin em dead
Go on now momma
Don't you hear what I said
Strummin along til my fingers bled
Hanging on tight but only by a thread
Rockin and a rollin
And it's startin to spread
Go on now momma
There's more blood to shed
From the USA I got nothin to say
Drink all night and I work all day
Sunday morning on my knees and pray
Cuz I'm overdosed and underpaid
Now the streets are movin on a Saturday night
Back seat baby singing hold me tight
Alley cat shadow and the moon is bright
Oh my Lord we got the feelin right
Jukebox junkie is outta sight
Ain't no secret I'm high as a kite
Boys been drinking and they're ready to fight
Oh my Lord it's like dynamite
From the USA I got nothin to say
Drink all night and I work all day
Sunday morning on my knees and pray
Cuz I'm overdosed and underpaid
Just a real bad rebel with nothing to do
Ain't got the money and I haven't a clue
Lover I'm a liar but my love is true
Gotta gotta gotta get next to you
From the USA I got nothin to say
Drink all night and I work all day
Sunday morning on my knees and pray
Cuz I'm overdosed and underpaid
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Writer(s): Blake Digangi
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