(One, two, three)

Cemetery kids on a midnight clear

Saying, "Bloody Mary" in the bathroom mirror

Sneakin' Natty Lights down the stairs of the basement

Ain't much to do, but the night's 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've already heard

The one about

Mellencamp, Springsteen, marijuana, seventeen

White frost, bean field, bonfire, kerosene

Red Bic lighter in a blue jean pocket

Lost in thе land of American Gothic, yeah

Watching "Days Of Our Lives" on a sеcondhand 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, seventeen

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 living

Real-life living

It's real-life living

Going with the grain

Where the colors ain't fading

Real-life living in a real-life painting

That looks a little like

Looks a little like

Mellencamp, Springsteen, marijuana, seventeen

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, seventeen

No plans, sun tan, laying on a trampoline

Red Bic lighter in a blue jean pocket

Lost in the land of American Gothic, yeah

Real-life living

Real-life living

It's real-life living

In a real-life painting

Real-life living

Real-life living

Real-life living

Real-life living

In a real-life painting

I love that

What is that?

I'm just getting some bugs