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Left home with the best of intentions Now she's fed up with the pressure and tensions And how no one in her life Ever lived the life that they talked about Digested all of their lessons Now she's trying her best to forget them For the first time in her life Left to live the life that she talked about But her truck broke down just outside of town She never planned on having all of her plans get fucked So she starts to cry and kick the pick-up's side The Ford sputters to life by some stroke of luck And she just laughs a kinda nervous laugh And hopes that the best of intention's will be enough Six o'clock and it's time to rise She's got work in an hour and bloodshot eyes And it's just another day Gotta get the fuck up and get paid Head is aching and her feet are sore Six bucks an hour to be Wal-Mart's whore And she's selling her weekdays To buy her weekend's back when she gets paid Songtexte She starts breaking down on the bus cross-town She never planned on having all of her plans get fucked This dream is all a lie, she's feeling broke inside And her self just wants to self-destruct She spits and bleeds and cries Sometimes, it doesn't seem that best intentions'll be enough But they wave the flag and they make us proud we're the chosen few Just don't drag them down or ask them how they hold the bottom line Good morning, America, how are you Quit pretending you're some friend of mine This country's all broke down, we're fucking nowhere bound They say that hopes and dreams just aren't gonna make the cut But she won't compromise, she's planning a big surprise â??That's fineâ?, she says, and turns now in disgust And they just laugh a kinda nervous laugh Cuz one day she'll be back to fuck shit up And until that day she won't give in Not until the best of intentions are enough Aus Songtexte Mania