To sell the truth

i've got a '66 ranchero, with a souped up 289 it's got a double barrel carb with four on the floor and when she runs it's really fine i've got the street dominator race ya for pinks but it'll have to...

i don't understand the fucked up shit we do and i won't pretend that it's ok and look the other way i'll never know i'll never know what it means to be you so many talkin shit will we ever get a clue...

I'm sick of all the fighting sick of all the hate sick ofall this fear and loathing no one communicates sick of listening to the crap called the American dream Promises of bluer skies only fools would...

IT'S NOT MY FAULT (words S. Stern, music YB) Listen up I got something to say I want to say it now before it's too late It's important that you know just how I feel I don't need to say, where I was or...