Do Miss America - Ryan Adams

So, tell me how you feel without your medicine

Hold you head feelin' paranoid

Sweet sixteen for a schizoid

So, tell me how you feel

Now you’re the only one

Held you head in the setting sun

Sweet black smoke with the poison

Hey, come everybody do Miss America

Hey, you know when she goes down it’s hysterical

So, tell me how you feel without your medicine

Hold your head feeling paranoid

Running down the street from a mergatroid

So, tell me how you feel

Now you’re the only one

Held your head in the setting sun

Sweet black smoke from a crooked gun

Hey, come everybody do Miss America

Hey, you know when she goes down it’s hysterical