Pick my name

Call my number

Pull me under

Drag me down



Stereophonic

Hi-fi bondage

Yeah she's on it

Like the deaf explaining sound



It's the characteristic assasination

Of the pixilated generation

The photogenic violation

Of a shutter closing down



Chorus:

There's flames and bullets in the street

American girls got me beat

I'm naked on this leash

American girls with American dreams

Walk on me



And her eyes

Are the sky, blue and wide 

Dropping bombs, planting mines

She paints my world in red



When it hurts

I admit it could be worse

It's a sin and it's a curse

Like her motel Bible says



She misinterprets my expectations

Makes dirty word-extrapolations

Met with violent confrontation

Over things she said I said



Chorus



Communication

Complication

Diplomatic negotiations

Fuckin' up my situation



Chorus



American Girls (walk on me)

American Girls (walk on me)

American Girls (walk on me)

American Girls (walk on me)