National Disgrace Lyrics - Seven's Travels - Atmosphere

(Slug) 

(I pledge allegiance to Budweiser and free drugs. 

And people who've had child in hotel bathroom tubs. 

One nation underground in taxis and strip clubs.) 

Peace to Rick James, Anna Nicole Smith, Bill Clinton 

And Motley Crue 

And anyone else who has ever utilized their 15 minutes 

Of fame to realize their true dreams of being an 

Absolute jerk off, just to keep the masses entertained 

This goes out to learning from the mistakes of others 

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Bring it on now 

Come on 

I said come on 

I said come on 

(Verse 1) 

They call me a jerk, once they get to know me 

But they don't stop calling, they read me well 

It's no work if I was phony, I'd win a trophy 

Who needs to make records when there's seats to sell 

Freak the bell, and make it all spin crooked 

God please help, too much grim to look at 

Grab the tree by the limb and shook it 

Like, "Have you seen my self esteem, where the hell'd you put it?" 

Oh wait, never mind, I found it in a bottle 

Drunk at the Troubadour talking to a model 

Wrecked the rental on Santa Monica Boulevard 

I was headed to the El Rey to slap a security guard 

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(Chorus) 

Rowdy, stubborn, loud and arrogant 

As American as apple pie and embarrassment 

Package the kid's face, put it on display 

Look ma!, another national disgrace 

Dumb and ignorant, drunk and belligerent 

Open up your heart y'all, come on and let me in 

Package the kid's face, put it on display 

Look ma!, another national disgrace 

(Verse 2) 

The liquor gets hold of the head, liver, soul 

Blurry on Sixth Street and Red River Road 

Last thing I remember was the Ogden Theatre 

Backstage bathroom making out with all three of ya 

Kicked out of Topcats... for where I put the vomit at 

Finally passed out in a laundry mat 

Malnourished and topless, slurring and obnoxious 

Like, "Yo, we got this!" 

The Zodiac Killers 'bout to rock this 

At the Great American Music Hall, pissin on the box office 

Pick apart the detail, alcohol and females 

All around the world same song 

Houseton and Ludlow, Maxfish, Vampire 

You poor the beer and I'll bring the satire 

No prob, I'll play the part of doorknob and make it look 

So good you're gonna wish that it was your job 

(Chorus) 

(Verse 3) 

It's all about the hangovers, and late checkouts 

Maid banging on the door like, "Wake up! Get Out!" 

But come on mommy, y'all probably don't want me comin' 

Out like a zombie brushing teeth in the lobby 

This is a career, not a hobby 

Ain't no reason to fear what you wanna see 

Hey paparazzi, don't you wanna watch me quote the 

Fonzi and then crash this Mazaradi? 

Sweat pants, t-shirt, mesh hat, blue blockers 

Feeding Jack D to a room full of teenie boppers 

Howdy neighbor, take a shot for flavor 

Let's debate whether or not we should punch the waiter 

I'm just kidding, let's love each other 

It goes lick, swallow, suck, and order another 

Do what you like, don't nobody care 

It's a sign of success only in America 

(Chorus) 

(Chorus End: 4x) 

I didn't cooome to start no trouble or hurt no one 

I'm just heeere to get drunk, party, and have some fun