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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
All Americans

There’s a strip mall round the corner, Lease signs in every window
All Americans

There’s a strip mall round the corner, Lease
and mastery;
The ultimate form of treason is the treacherous use of reason
Employed by the bastard sons of American fore-fathers who keep this fire burning
that discovery

The queen of Spain, spends some change
Now Paris Hilton is pushing the range
Stars ride by while the chauffeur's drive
But all you
us workers who sweat, spit and swear
The minds of our daughters are poisoned by you
With your communistic politics and them negro blues

Well I'm gonna
F-15’s scream on by
While me and my brother and sister would play outside
Shopping at the commissary, dancing at the military ball
Yeah we did it all
All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize
All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize
All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize
soldiers mother
That they died for their country
Mr President won't you thank her for me
Hey Mr President do you ever feel alone
Surrounded by all those
of my mind
Won't submit to my suicide

Ignorance breeds ignorance
Amidst all the pain 
Anger guilt and shame
Violence seems the american dream
It's
the utmost respect when I fall through
All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah

[Chorus]

Me and yo' daughter, got's this thing going
the time
Livin by Murphy's Law
Tryin to have it all
Running from instant karma
Every man's bound to fall

Life is short, the grind is long
Some of my
the utmost respect when I fall through
All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah

[Chorus]

Me and yo' daughter, got's this thing going
the utmost respect when I fall through
All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah

[Chorus]

Me and yo' daughter, got's this thing going
wreckage
That I've come to love so well
Yes, color me stunned and dazzled
By all the red white and blue flashing lights
In the American intersection
The American culture I resist against
But I must recall and I trust that all 
I've learned thru life is givin' way to a wife yaw'll
'Cause I want, not need
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh),
window 

Now see, pull up to say, y'all be amazed me 

Tony Starks, spaceship, ran by a daughter's cellar 

Only man out, walked through hell
the Wisp
And this is The Last Light Radio
Your last beacon of truth and defiance

I've always started my shows by saying that: All ships lost in
why can't we all integrate
but my people suffer great injustice daily
condemned by racism in the bailey
the Guildford Four, Maguires and the Six
the American working population
Hate the nine-to-five day-in day-out
When we'd rather be supporting ourselves
By being paid to perfect the pasttimes 
That we
as well get high
On the real son, I'mma take everything I need, the drugs, the sex, the power,
the American dream
I'm a rude, rude boy raised by TV
I
the utmost respect when I fall through
All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah

[Chorus]

Me and yo' daughter, got's this thing going
The American way
Is that why we fight for our freedom
But what's the meaning
If we don't try
Better get it all together
Or we're all gonna die
Terrorize