American Shoes - Motor Ace

Hey, my head spins at the thought

That I’m sleeping my way out of this rut

Stealing, so we could be together

Losing, so we would never part

We wear american shoes

So we can’t speak for anything

We talk, but we’re really confused

So we won’t speak for anything

Don’t ask me how I know

It’s a feeling you get when you’re down low

She said «your hands won’t stick together

But your, your heart will stick like glue»

We wear american shoes

So we can’t speak for anything

We talk, but we’re really confused

So we won’t speak for anything, we'll just sing

It’s everything…