Shooting With Annie - American Heart Lyrics
You were standing with him, and it didn’t look goodI was killing myself, with old BushmillsBeer and wine, and a little bit of guiltWho you gonna blame nowWho you gonna blame nowFor your American HeartWell I remember those days, when I didn’t think straightI could learn how to change, and maybe I could stayInstead of spending my nights, in the smoking roomWith a drinking glove, always down in the grooveBut who you gonna blame nowWho you gonna blame nowFor your American HeartNow the memories fadeLike they always doAnd it doesn’t seem rightNo it doesn’t ring trueWho you gonna blame nowWho you gonna blame nowFor your American Heart