All American Boy Guided by Voices

I ran half baked with the broken hearts
Stealing my way to my shell
Where I could dream and plan for all my broken schemes
Where the rattle of the guitar shakes my brain

Shoot me down again
I'm on my way, to a better place to see
Well sing it
All American boy

I poured a shot into a paper cup
And washed down the tears as the Stones played
A special tune that filled the room of this hollow soul
Searching for a spark to find my way

So I just get my head around
And some folks say it’s not OK, it's just the way
You've got to say it

All American boy
All American boy
All American boy
All American boy
You got to know, you got to see

I rode half baked with the broken hearts
Sealing my fate to my shell
Where I could dream and plan for all my broken schemes
Where the rattle of the guitar shakes my brain