One, two, three, four ♪ I miss you like American honey You taste so sweet But there's always something Like a tragedy That's constantly coming And it sticks to me So I stick to nothing ♪ What I would give For just one morning Where I wake up and My thoughts aren't running From the western world That's constantly coming But I'm a westerner Ain't irony something ♪ I'll kill you with American honey
It tastes so sweet But it burns in your stomach It gives you everything and leaves you cold I'm dead inside But you'll never know