Midnight Show (2012)

Actors

• Ron Jeremy (actor)
• Lloyd Kaufman (actor)
• Hollie Stevens (actress)
• Gilbert Gottfried (actor)
• Lemmy (actor)
• Hef Pounder (actor)
• Steven A. Grainger (writer)
• Steven A. Grainger (director)
• Jeff Orens (actor)
• Trisha Graybill (actress)
• Justin Silverman (actor)
• Newt Wallen (actor)
• Newt Wallen (actor)
• Mike O'Donnell (actor)
• Justin Silverman (actor)

Genres

• Fantasy

Taglines:

They Dont Make Em Like This Anymore

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• All American - Sammy Hagar
• All American - Clay Walker
• All American - Down By Law
• All American - Dada
• All American - SR-71
• All American - Daycare Swindlers
• All American - Levi Lowrey

Yeah, you know my blood is red
And ooh, child my skin is pure white, yeah
And I don't pull no punches
If some fool wants to fight
Cause the kid ain't afraid to get up and make a stand
Oh, no, no, no
For love or money, I get it any way I can
You know I will
I'm an all American boy
All American man
Yea, yes I am
I'm just an all American boy
Baby, I'm an American man
That's what what I am
And I love European women, give me a European car
Cause you know baby, I love bein' a star, yea I do
Oooh, star-spangled guitar
I got the big one for my lady
Now is that too hard to understand?
Oh, I thought so baby
From New York to Memphis
I got a hundred million supermen
Oh, that's what I am
I'm an all American boy
Baby, I'm an American man, well yes I am
I an all American boy
I'm your Uncle Sam
Well that's who I am
Yes, we're all American boys
We're all American men
Oh yea
Oh, you expect us, American men
I say the USA, well that's okay
Amercian ways
Well love it, leave it, love it baby
Cause I'm your Uncle Sam

From the southern tip of Texas
To the top of Bangor, Maine
Those Friday night lights at those hometown games
Man they mean everything
From Wall Street, New York
To West L.A.
There's all kind of people, different but the same
And I'm proud to say that
We're all American
In God we trust
Just living the dream and never givin' up
What we believe in
Yeah we're all American
And we work real hard
Like to barbeque up every July 4th
And hot apple pie, baseball, and friends
We're all American
We're all American
There's a farmer in Kansas
And a teacher in the Bronx
One raising kids and the other raising crops
In the melting pot
I was just a boy
I had a best friend
With a funny last name and a weird accent
Now he's an astronaut
We're all American
In God we trust
Just living the dream and never givin' up
What we believe in
Yeah we're all American
And we work real hard
Like to barbeque up every July 4th
And hot apple pie, baseball, and friends
We're all American
We're all American
Land of the free
Home of the Brave
We stand together
That's why it's called the U.S.A.
We're all American
In God we trust
Just living the dream and never givin' up
What we believe in
Yeah we're all American
And we work real hard
Like to barbeque up every July 4th
And hot apple pie, baseball, and friends
We're all American
We're all American

combat boots and a scratched up record
signed by the hero of long ago
a pair of vans and some torn up blue jeans
this is his world, that's what he knows
he's gonna find a girl who thinks like he does
gonna grow older but never old
heard his first punk song when he was 16
minor threat I think it was
24 now - hates his job
used to know why - now it's just because
skates a lot - he likes the older wheels
big and green with independent trucks
had a girlfriend, they broke up last week
she said his friends were useless fucks
he's gonna find a girl who thinks like he does
gonna grow older but never old
he's following a different drum
for him these are the years of gold
in high school the teachers thought he was stupid
but he got A's when he wanted to in class
he's watching out for the football jocks

Hey, mama
Hey, yeah, yeah
Hey mama, don't look now
I found my place so you could be proud
There's a place for me in the
All-American Suicide
A chance to be all I can be
A chance to catch a bullet between my teeth
Theres a place for me in the
All-American Suicide
And there's no time like the future
When the present seems past tense
I got a .38 Special and an MBA
I'll use it in my self-defense
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, there's a place for me in the
All-American Suicide
(solo)
Oh, there's a place for me in the
All-American Suicide
And there's no time like the future
When the present seems past tense
I got a .38 Special and an MBA
I'll use it in my self-defense, oh
Ooh yeah
I got a pair of pants that fit me well
With a Rolling Stones patch that means "go to hell"
There's a place for me in the
All-American Suicide
There's a place for me in the
All-American Suicide
All-American Suicide
All-American Suicide
(There's a place for me in the All-American)
Yeah, there's a place for me in the
(There's a place for me)
All-American, there's a place for me in
(There's a place for All-American)
All-American
There's a place for me
There's a place for me
Oh well, there's a place for me
Oh, there's a place for me
Oh, oh no
(solo)
Na, na, na, na, na, na, no
Na, na, na, na, na, na, no
Na, na, na, na, na, na, no
Na, na, na, na, na, na, no
Na, na, na, na, na, no, no
Na, na, na, na, na, no, no
Na, na, na, na, na, no, no

I never got high the first time I tried
Just like everyone
I know the cigarettes were bold
For a little four foot nothing ten year-old
On hot summer days
We'd go down to the mall
Send security climbin' up the walls
Just like everyone
We were forever young
I am not so original
Never to be cynical
A little unstable
Clinically labeled
Fucked-up all-American
I am totally miserable
Ever to be pigeon-holed
Completely obsessive
Manic depressive
Fucked-up all-American
We lived out our lives like we would never die
Just like everyone
But before Keith went to bed
He put a double barrel shotgun to his head
I am not so original
Never to be cynical
A little unstable
Clinically labeled
Fucked-up all-American
I am totally miserable
Ever to be pigeon-holed
Completely obsessive
Manic depressive
Fucked-up all-American
Smashing bottles and cans
For reasons I don't understand
When I look at the past
It's like staring at pieces of broken glass
I am not so original
Never to be cynical
A little unstable
Clinically labeled
Fucked-up all-American
I am totally miserable
Ever to be pigeon-holed
Completely obsessive
Manic depressive
Fucked-up all-American

My boss told me don't stay out too late Gotta be at work by 9 or 9:15 He don't know I'm going to amputate all my limbs and run around the place shave my head and take the medicine off the shelves and drown whats within red and white stripes and all the little things let me know I'm all american
21 guns salute you when you die I'm not surprised
Build this shell to grow and function in stray from the place that'll hurt me from within Pickin' up my pace when it's appropriate Hide my face and disassociate Fill this chapter with pieces of fiction left atomic from the television radiation unstoppable chemical infestation lets me know I'm all american
21 guns salute you when you die I'm not surprised

Well in 2007 I took a little trip
Along with my guitar, 'cross the mighty Miss-a-sip
And I was headin' out to Cali' for a show or two
Well I'd been drivin' for a damn long time
My eyes were getting heavy and my throat was dry
So I stopped off in this little Texas town
For a brew
Well every one stared, I don't know why
Had my aviators on just to shade my eye
It must have been the long hair and sandles I had on
Yeah I just wasn't quite Western enough
No boots, hats or buckles or any of that stuff
And my t-shirt had some lyrics from a Bob Marley song
So I sat at the bar, put my head down low
Figured just one beer then I would go
'Cause I'd never been one to go around lookin' for a fight
So I finished the beer
Put my tip on the bar
Started making my way out front to the car
Thought I'd hit the road and everything would be alright
Wrong!
You know things don't always go as planned
You just got to play the cards in your hand
And that day God dealt me a two and a seven off suite
Well I'd almost made it to the door
Then suddenly I found my ass on the floor
And I'd looked up to see what I'd gotten myself into
He's about six foot five, three hundred pounds
It was him and his buddies all standin' around
Just starin' down at me with this evil look in thier eye
He said you look like a goddam liberal bastard
Bet you love Marylin Albright and hate Dennis Thacher
And judgin' by the hippy shit you're wearin' I'd say I'm right
Well you're an unpatriotic Yankee piece of shit
You'll vote Hillary Clinton for president
And if you'll step outside I'll knock some sense in your head
Things were escalatin' really fast
I had to think of something quick just to save my ass
So I stood up, brushed my self off, looked at him and said
Well I'm an All-American son of a bitch
I buy import cars and cigarettes
And I buy my lotto tickets from an Indian
And there's a Chinese woman cleans my clothes
My grass gets cut by Juan and Pablo
Till the Feds catch up and kick both their asses out
Now I'm about as unpatriotic as anybody here
And I pointed out his German beer
Hopin' and prayin' I could make him see the light
You see those leather boots are from New Zealand
That Swiss Army watch got it's name for a reason
Now don't you feel ashamed when people ask for the time?
Sir, I'd be glad to step outside and you can look me dead in the eye
And tell me where that all-American cowboy hat was made
Well I crossed my finger, prayed to God I was right
'Cause if I wasn't there was gonna be a fight
But he hung his head down low and whispered China
Well I caught a little understanding in his eye
But the effect wasn't quite what I had in mind
'Cause he pulled his Russian pistol and chased me out the door
Well I'm an All-American son of a bitch
I buy import cars and cigarettes
And I buy my lotto tickets from an Indian
And there's a Chinese woman cleans my clothes
My grass gets cut by Juan and Pablo
Till the Feds catch up and kick both their asses out
Oh yeah, I'm an All-American son of a bitch
I buy import cars and cigarettes
And I buy my lotto tickets from an Indian
And there's a Chinese woman cleans my clothes
My grass gets cut by Juan and Pablo
Till the Feds catch up and kick both their asses out