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Conversations with my bathroom mirror are never the same as when you're standing here I'm chickenshit out on a brave frontier That teenage wasteland so begins the Jack Slapp cheer one, two, three, four! Your mom ain't home she's out strippin' for your education Your dad's out marchin' for the NRA I'm so damn bored I'm crawlin' out of my skin Letras de cancionesThe devil's got more room to play This town gets so boring when you're not scoring It gets so boring and you live right up the street 16 summers, let's make one complete We're all Jack Slaps here Jack Slaps, with Jack Slap fears All lost on the same frontier so face the facts and sing the Cheer One, two, three, four! Your dad stepped out He's .09 and on the highway singin' along with the Rolling Stones I can't get no satisfaction damn, ain't that true Bring me home, don't send me home This town gets so boring when you're not scoring It gets so boring and you live right up the street 16 summers, let's make one complete This town gets so boring When you're not scoring This town gets so boring when you're not scoring It gets so boring and you live right up the street 16 summers, let's make one complete From Letras Mania