American Gothic

(One, two, three) Cemetery kids on a midnight clear Sayin', "Bloody Mary" in the bathroom mirror Sneakin' Natty Lights down the stairs of the basement Ain't much to do, but the nights what you make it Runnin' down a dream on Stephen King and Kerouac Children of the Corn, pink house, pink Cadillac It's not just any patch of pitchfork dirt Stop me if you already heard the one about Mellencamp, Springsteen, marijuana, 17 White frost, bean field, bonfire, kerosene Red Bic lighter in a blue jean pocket Lost in the land of American Gothic, yeah Watchin' "Days Of Our Lives" on a secondhand couch Nicotine-soaked wood panels of the house Sugar-coated Wonder Bread tastes like candy Black lipstick, first kiss in a Camry Looks a little like, looks a little like Mellencamp, Springsteen, marijuana, 17 White frost, bean field, bonfire, kerosene Red Bic lighter in a blue jean pocket Lost in the land of American Gothic, yeah It's real-life livin' Real-life livin', it's real-life livin' Goin' with the grain where the colors ain't fadin' Real-life livin' in a real-life paintin' That looks a little like, looks a little like Mellencamp, Springsteen, marijuana, 17 Yeah, white frost, bean field, bonfire, kerosene Red Bic lighter in a blue jean pocket Lost in the land of American Gothic, yeah Mellencamp, Springsteen, marijuana, 17 No plans, sun tan, layin' on a trampoline Red Bic lighter in a blue jean pocket Lost in the land of American Gothic, yeah Real-life livin', real-life livin' Real-life livin' in a real-life paintin' Real-life livin', real-life livin' Real-life livin', real-life livin' in a real-life paintin' I love that, what is that? I'm just gettin' some bugs