American Apparel

Hold your breath and count to three

Oxy killed the teenage dream (ah)

Plastic guns, gore, and blood, that's the stuff my baby loves

I got a war in my head (ah)

Angel dust, bubblegum, this world isn't any fun

Pour it up, pour it up

My boy wears American apparel, lipstick on his flannel

Cigarettes in his jeans, his hands all over me

But I'm dealing with the devil, drunk and d-disheveled

So heroin chic, it could bring you to your knees

Don't panic, baby

Nova?

Yeah

Close your eyes and picture me

TV killed the teenage dream (ah)

Plastic guns, gore, and blood, that's the stuff my baby loves (mm)

I got a war in my head (ah)

Dollar lace, bubblegum, this world isn't any fun

Pour it up, pour it up

My boy wears American apparel, lipstick on his flannel

Cigarettes in his jeans, his hands all over me

But I'm dealing with the devil, drunk and d-disheveled

So heroin chic, it could bring you to your knees

Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

It could bring you to your knees