Broken hearted on a Wednesday   Think we're leavin' town on Thursday   Cause bombs were droppin down all afternoon.      I don't forget to pack my lipgloss   It makes me pretty, while I feel lost   Make room for glossy teeny magazines   Ameriteen, Ameriteen   Ameri...      I really like having a boyfriend   He held me close under the stars and   He kissed me there, how memories don't fade   And now the air is getting heavy   And boys with guns are getting ready   It's time for me to leave this all behind   Ameriteen, Ameriteen   Ameri...      And as the teeth of dogs of war sink in,   I feel this thing unfold   And I wish Bobby would stop by   I know he's gone through his window   And as the smoke of us blows by   I will stand by the window   All is not well in the night   Where is the sunlight that I know?      Broken hearted on a Wednesday   Momma's packin up on Thursday   Cause bombs were droppin' down all afternoon