Calling Mrs. America

Have you heard

She's out in California writing spoken word

Moved in with her parents

Gave the kid away

She broke needle now she can't play



Last year's girl

Creepin down my world



I don't know where the wind may blow

You come so hard and you move so slow

All your life's like a TKO

Why don't you live it up and buy me a drink?

Why don't you give it up for all I can think?



Poetry or destiny on bar napkins?

Writing Faded Flowers singing for my sins

Back in New York City looking for some fun

Had to ask the landlord if he'd show me the gun

Brave new world seeking down my girl

On the cross



I don't know where the wind may blow

You come so hard and your song's so slow

Live your life like a TKO

Why don't you give it up and buy me a drink?

Why don't you live it up right here on the sink?



Got a message on the radio

Back in San Diego down to Mexico

The life and times of twenty dollar bills

On and on and down to kill



I don't know if it's all for show

You live so hard and you come so slow

All your life's like a TKO

I don't know baby I don't know

Why don't you live it up and buy me a drink?

Why don't you give it up right here on the sink?

Why don't you give it up?