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Small town thrill
Everybody's dressed to kill
Bottled space
With a bunch of lies in one place
Means to an end
Another reason to pretend
I don't buy it at all
And you want to talk all night
Never say anything
You want to get it right
Your little canary singing
You say you've got something on everyone
So whatchoo' got on me?
Southern charm
Dead weight on your drinkin arm
Leave the pack
With all of their knives in your back
All these stars constellating every bar
I don't buy it at all
And you want to talk all night
Never say anything
You want to get it right
Your little canary singing
You say you've got something on everyone
So whatchoo' got on me?
Lead em all the way
Another doll to stick the pin in
No one but play
Cosmic American
You want to talk all night
Never say anything
You want to win the fight
And then destroy everything
And you say you've got something on everyone
So whatchoo' got on me?
Whatchoo' got?
Whatchoo' got?
Whatchoo' got on me?