American Pastime

If you and I were like a game of little league

We'd line up afterwards to say good game

But that assumes that everyone would play fair

Or that the rules we use will be the same

I think we know that's not what will happen

You threw too close when I was up to bat

Or I'd be sitting down in right field with my glove off

Collecting dandelions in my hat

Oohoh

I'm not cut out for the major league

Oohoh

I'm not cut out for the major league

If you and I were soldiers in the battlefield



We'd miss each chance to understand

And screaming at each other

Foreign tongues and waving guns

When all you'd want was to throw up your hands

And if I had you on the ground to make you surrender all

Your rounds

You'dbe so fast as to comply

But in my fear and in my haste

Your willingness I would mistake

As you quickly reach in for your knife

Oohoh

I'd pepper bullets across your spine

I'd pepper bullets across your spine