American Music Club Follow

Go ahead and help yourself
if you think you can put me down
You just wanna see a king losing his crown
Let's see some justice done in this dying town
You go ahead and help yourself
if you think you can force one more down

Yeah hello my new friends
Well I'm your little fool
'Cause I get intimidated by the smell of death on you
The road disappears before my car
Yes I know what waits ahead
I don't need no pictures on the wall
sending me messages from the dead

In the room above the club
She cries herself asleep every night
In the room above the club
Why is it hard to treat her right
In the room above the club
There's always room for you
In the room above the club
Yeah they're just waiting
for some unlucky thing like you

Come on tell me that punchline I know you're dying to tell
'Cause I'm the only one that ever saw you
pissing in your wishing well
Yeah Come on Mr. Bartender I only want one more tear
'Cause some no name asshole outside
wants to knock me back into the land of fear

In the room above the club
You cry yourself to sleep every night
In the room above the club
Why is it so hard to treat you right
In the room above the club
Yeah there's always room for you
In the room above the club
And they're just waiting for some lucky thing like you
In the room above the club
They're just waiting, yeah they're just waiting
In the room above the club
They're just waiting for some lucky thing like you