Do Miss America

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