American Teenager

Grew up under yellow light on the street
 Putting too much faith in the make-believe
 Another high-school football team
 Ah, ah-ah-ah
 The neighbor's brother came home in a box
 But he wanted to go, so maybe it was his fault
 Another red heart taken by the American dream
 And I feel you there
 In the middle of the night
 When the lights go out
 And I'm all alone again
 Say what you want, but say it like you mean it
 With your fists for once, a long cold war
 With your kids at the front
 Just give it one more day then you're done
 I do what I want, crying in the bleachers
 And I said it was fun
 I don't need anything from anyone
 It's just not my year, but I'm all good out here
 Sunday morning
 Hands over my knees in a room full of faces
 I'm sorry if I seemed off, but I was probably wasted (wasted)
 And didn't feel so good (didn't feel so good)
 A life full of whiskey but I always deliver
 Jesus, if You're listening, let me handle my liquor
 And Jesus, if You're there
 Why do I feel alone in this room with You?
 And I feel you there
 In the middle of the night
 When the lights go out
 But I'm still standing here
 Say what you want, but say it like you mean it
 With your fists for once, a long cold war
 With your kids at the front
 Just give it one more day then you're done, done
 I do what I want, crying in the bleachers
 And I said it was fun
 I don't need anything from anyone
 It's just not my year, but I'm all good out here
 Say what you want, but say it like you mean it
 With your fists for once, a long cold war
 With your kids at the front
 Just give it one more day then you're done
 I do it for my daddy and I do it for Dale
 I'm doing what I want and, damn, I'm doing it well
 For me, for me
 For me, for me, yeah