All American

Combat boots and a scratched up record Signed by the hero of long ago A pair of vans, some torn up blue jeans This is his world, that's what he knows He's gonna find a girl who thinks like he does Gonna grow older but never old Heard his first punk song when he was sixteen 'Minor Threat' I think it was Twenty-four, now he hates his job Used to know why, now it's just because Gonna find a girl who thinks like he does Gonna grow older but never old He's following a different drum For him these are the years of gold Skates a lot, he likes the older wheels Big and green with independent trucks He had a girlfriend, they broke up last week She said his friends were useless f**ks In high school the teachers all thought that he was stupid Till he got As when he wanted to in cla*s He's watching out for the football jocks So far they haven't kicked his a*s He's gonna find a girl who thinks like he does He's gonna grow older but never old He's following a different drum For him these are the years of gold