I got a faded leather jacket
And some off-brand Ray-Bans scratched sunglasses
A dirty shirt and a pair of jeans
Yeah, I think I’m ‘bout to die ‘cause it’s ninety eight degrees
Well, I smell like American Spirit
But I don’t smoke so I must’ve been near it
Got a guitar with two strings broken
There’s a pounding in my head, not a single word spoken
So take me out and get me drunk
Teach me things I forgot about love
And sing me songs I won’t remember
Get high, head home
The windows down, sing The Rolling Stones
And sing me songs I won’t remember
Well, you look at me like it’s my time
But the closer you get, the more my skin burns
I don’t get what you can’t see
But tonight I can be what you want me to be
So take me out and get me drunk
Teach me things I forgot about love
And sing me songs I won’t remember
Get high, head home
The windows down, sing The Rolling Stones
And sing me songs I won’t remember
I won’t remember
Well, downtown it sure burns bright
As you see your reflection in the cigarette light
I don’t get what you don’t understand
But tonight I was thinking you could be my man
So take me out and get me drunk
And teach me things I forgot about love
And sing me songs I won’t remember
Get high, head home
The windows down, sing The Rolling Stones
And sing me songs I won’t remember
Sing me songs I won’t remember
Songs I won’t remember
Šiaip galiu papasakoti. Žiūrėjau Lietuvos talentus ir ten buvo ta mergina, kuri pademonstravo nerealų growl'ą ir gitaros partiją, už ką gavo auksinį mygtuką nuo Mikutavičiaus. Ir taip prisiminiau apie Spiritbox ir jų frontmenę Courtney LaPlante