The Kids American Testo

Rocket with the top down,barrelling down highway 9 Pickin´up the same crowd by the pepsi sign Baby,gun your gas,paint your lipstick on ´till it shine like glass - midnight riders,lovers rock and roll Oh yea,yea,yea Got in the blood,the kids american Underneath the hood,you know the kid´s american Cruisin´faster than he should,the kids american Out behind the high-school smokin´that cigarette Deep into the blue jeans,gonna get deeper yet On the night cool grass Something´s in the wind And it´s comin´fast - Hold in baby Try to take it slow Oh no,yea,yea Got in the blood The kids american... Drag it out all night,till There´s nothing left by morning light Drive until your chassis Bottoms out.Oh yea,yea,yea Got in the blood The kids american...