La la la (rich kids),. La la la.. Yo, turn that shit up.. I coulda went to college like rich kids do,. Buy some weed with the money that your mom sent you,.
Yeah, you hit me with your nightstick. Yeah, you cut up all my clothes. Lay here drunk until I get sick. Lay down, why can't I let go?. . When I go back, it all goes black.
American wasted, oh can you taste it,. Welcome to the land of free,. Where the stars and stripes all rippin up mics,. And that I can guarantee.. . And the kids will rock when the bass drum drops,.