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not my type

So when the smoke clears here I am
Your reject all-American
Falling from grace right on my face
To hell and back and hell again I've
Look at all the other mothers, envious of all my things
Had to call the plumber
'Cause my daughter flushed by wedding ring

God bless the American
was high, heredity, all the lights poked fun at me
Acid makes you feel like you're in a movie
American girls stand tall but American boyz
American
by
I watched the sun fall down in the canyons
I nearly met my maker in LA
I thought I'd seen it all
Until she showed me the American way
Oh,
about to be
Wrecked by the things you did to me
Though it's not easy to forget

when I feel like a reject from a freakshow
Picking up the white trash from
at its best

Hold me back, it's just too much
I've never seen the like of such
I must admit it beats the bars
No broken hearts or nasty scars
Just carpet
head, the prayer calls to violence
That history rejects

Whip the back of your messiah
Your peace kills by death
Bow your head, the prayer calls
R&B on a BBC blue eyed star on MVR
Did your dreams across the sea
The mountain leads massively
Look at all the English gals
Singing American soul
the heroes that we won't be
Spittin' out the game that little Jimmy sold me
Still fighting for each other
Though it feels like we'll never win
American
Well she was an American girl
Raised on promises
She couldn't help thinkin' that there
Was a little more to life
Somewhere else
After all it was
All these politicians of all colors and all size
Who take away our rights to

Fight a war and watch us die
These phone taps fuckin piss me off
And when the dealer calls and has got you by the balls
You tell him that ya, you tell that ya had it from me

Now don't you know that I'm the American Son?
Break the neck of the white dove
Run down by the tracks above

Whip the back
Of your messiah
Your peace kills by death

Bow your head
The prayer
Concentration moon
Wish I was back in the alley
With all of my friends,
Still running free:
Hair growing out
Every hole in me
American way
Threatened by us
Drag
trust you 

Expatriated American feelin' so all alone
Telling themselves the same lies 
That they told themselves back home 

Down to the Banana
know they can't trust you
Expatriated americans feelin' so all alone
Telling themselves the same lies
That they told themselves back home

Down
yourself behind the wheel
And see if you can get that feel, oh,
Move faster by night, yeah,
Move faster by night, uhmm,
The windows were all shattered
to me” 
I'm without you 

Tell all the English boys you meet 
about the American boy back in the states 
The American boy you used to date 
who would
just don't feel free

And I saw what you could be
But you just won't be real to me

So let's blame this excess
On an American dream
So let's blame
Hey Mr. Music
With all your illusions
Your for gone conclusions
Your grand delusions

Hey Mr. Music
My name's not honey
And don't call me dear
Concentration moon
Over the camp in the valley
Concentration moon
Wish I was back in the alley

With all of my friends,
Still running free:
The Hopis lost to Spain 
Now belong to me 
I'm the American 

I could be a cowboy 
Or just a hired hand 
Twisters come in April 
And rearrange the land
And she's got faith that can do anything
But she'll never know how much I need her
Yeah, she's an American Dreamer

Back in the sixties, well, Haggards in
guns

Well, drop more, two million tons,
Ho Chi Minh's trail was sprayed with bombs,
Jungles of Laos, knew all along,
That the American war would
Love, American Style,
That's me and you.

And in this land of hopes and dreams, my love,
All that I hope for tis of thee

(Love, Love, Love) {CLAP}