"American Gothic" lyrics

(One, two, three)

Cemetery kids on a midnight clear
Saying, "Bloody Mary" in the bathroom mirror
Sneakin' Natty Lights down the stairs of the basement
Ain't much to do, but the night's what you make it
Runnin' down a dream on Stephen King and Kerouac
Children of the Corn, pink house, pink Cadillac
It's not just any patch of pitchfork dirt
Stop me if you've already heard
The one about

Mellencamp, Springsteen, marijuana, seventeen
White frost, bean field, bonfire, kerosene
Red Bic lighter in a blue jean pocket
Lost in the land of American Gothic, yeah

Watching "Days Of Our Lives" on a secondhand couch
Nicotine-soaked wood panels of the house
Sugar-coated Wonder Bread tastes like candy
Black lipstick, first kiss in a Camry
Looks a little like
Looks a little like

Mellencamp, Springsteen, marijuana, seventeen
White frost, bean field, bonfire, kerosene
Red Bic lighter in a blue jean pocket
Lost in the land of American Gothic, yeah

It's real-life living
Real-life living
It's real-life living

Going with the grain
Where the colors ain't fading
Real-life living in a real-life painting
That looks a little like
Looks a little like

Mellencamp, Springsteen, marijuana, seventeen
Yeah, white frost, bean field, bonfire, kerosene
Red Bic lighter in a blue jean pocket
Lost in the land of American Gothic, yeah
Mellencamp, Springsteen, marijuana, seventeen
No plans, sun tan, laying on a trampoline
Red Bic lighter in a blue jean pocket
Lost in the land of American Gothic, yeah

Real-life living
Real-life living
It's real-life living
In a real-life painting
Real-life living
Real-life living
Real-life living
Real-life living
In a real-life painting

I love that
What is that?
I'm just getting some bugs