Aimee Allen - Miss America

Everything gets old

Everyone is dull

It's always raining

Everyone is scared

'Cause I got Joan Jett hair

But I'll keep changing

No one understands

Why I'm the way I am

So why bring it on?



I don't want to be your Miss America

I won't be your queen for just one day

We just want to sing for your America

Say the things that you're afraid to say



You think I've lost my mind

I call it my good time

It's while you're sleeping

Everyone's force spins

So just go back to bed

You're scared of dreaming

Even if I suck when I'm a little drunk

So what? Just sing along



I don't want to be your Miss America

I won't be your queen for just one day

We just want to sing for your America

Say the things that you're afraid to say



I spit crack in the mold

And I resent growing old

Smoking up and drinking

Doesn't pay the rent, I'm told

I've been locked up, not lucked out

Been fired up, burned out

Been force fed this dick

And bit the cock in my mouth

And I used to be catholic

But now I'm just guilty and filthy

With the all the lies that you filled me

But I'm the queen of kerosene

There is none higher

Got so much fucking fuel

That you can't stop my fire



I don't want to be your Miss America

I won't be your queen for just one day

We just want to sing for your America

Say the things that you're afraid to say



I don't want to be your Miss America

I won't be your queen for just one day

Fuck the east coast/west coast hysteria

Say the things that you're afraid to say