oken hearted on a Wednesday 

Think we're leavin' town on Thursday 

Cause bombs were droppin down all afternoon 



I don't forget to pack my lipgloss 

It makes me pretty, while I feel lost 

Make room for glossy teeny magazines 

Ameriteen, Ameriteen 

Ameri... 



I really like having a boyfriend 

He held me close under the stars and 

He kissed me there, how memories don't fade 

And now the air is getting heavy 

And boys with guns are getting ready 

It's time for me to leave this all behind 

Ameriteen, Ameriteen 

Ameri... 



And as the teeth of dogs of war sink in, 

I feel this thing unfold 

And I wish Bobby would stop by 

I know he's gone through his window 

And as the smoke of us blows by 

I will stand by the window 

All is not well in the night 

Where is the sunlight that I know? 



Broken hearted on a Wednesday 

Momma's packin up on Thursday 

Cause bombs were droppin' down all afternoon