Do miss america de Ryan Adams

So, tell me how you feel without your medicine
hold your head feelin' paranoid
sweet sixteen for a schizoid
So, tell me how you feel
now you're the only one
held your head in the setting sun
sweet black smoke with the poison
Hey, come everybody do miss america
hey, you know when she goes down it's hysterical
So, tell me how you feel without your medicine
hold you head feeling paranoid
running down the street from a mergatoid
So, tell me how you feel
now you're the lonely one
held your head in the setting sun
sweet black smoke from a crooked gun
Hey, come everybody do miss america
hey, you know when she goes down it's hysterical