It's big business I'm gonna own a funeral home Cause half this town's gonna kick off any day I'm tired of hanging at the super 10 my parents don't like any of my friends I'm 18 and I am out of here
It's big business I think I'll learn to play the guitar Make a record make a million dollars And make love to any girl I want But right now I'm living out of my truck And leaving home don't feel so glorious I'm 21 and I don't know where I'm from
Confused american teenage tale Mental aggravation Got social overload information
Funny how what you thought was straight turns in a circle path Now I'm teaching my children Talking like my dad I know one day they'll be breaking free Hating what the think they know about me But that's 18 and that's alright Yeah that's 18 hell ain't it fine
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