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The All-American Rejects (The All-American Rejects) · All-American Rejects [Bonus CD Sampler] (The All-American Rejects) · The All-American Rejects (The All-American Rejects) · The All-American Rejects (The All-American Rejects) · The All-American Rejects (The All-American Rejects) · All-American Rejects [Bonus Track] (The All-American Rejects) · The All-American Rejects (The All-American Rejects) · Dick Clark's American Bandstand, Vol. 4: Dance, Dance, Dance (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Very Best of Cockney Rejects (Cockney Rejects) · Devil's Rejects [Original Motion Picture Soundtrack] (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


Freedom: the naked power
Weakened by the ages
Raped, but not forgotten
All it's supple secrets
Gods and liberations
Those that try to use it
Freedom the naked power
Weakened by the ages
Raped but not forgotten
All its supple secrets
Gods and liberations
Those that try to use it
Are
American ghost dance
A new man who is with old ways
He walks the streets of life

But he's in chains
I'm alive he cried
I can feel the flame
Burning
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
chewing gum and fine nylon hose
By a bicycle factory as they sounded the siren
And returned into the dance hall she knew he was the one
Though he wasn't
he's inside me

We've got the American Jesus
See him on the interstate
We've got the American Jesus
Exercising his authority

We've got
he's inside me

We've got the American Jesus
See him on the interstate
We've got the American Jesus
Exercising his authority

We've got
he's inside me

We've got the American Jesus
See him on the interstate
We've got the American Jesus
Exercising his authority

We've got
Road is a mother
It's just like, oh, so many others
Well, the children reject you
And the police inspect you

Looking inside the trunk
Under
American if she had her way she would know what to say to that girl that comes into her store by herself but not alone it's her confident charm and the curve
Oh Americans dance on a dance floor
And the Spaniards, they dance on a table
And the Russians, they dance on a saber
But the Mexicans dance
up and dance.
I'm only on this ride.
I'm only in your eyes
To see if I'm lucky.
Hook yourself inside.
One way only to ride.
American black hole.
South American stories tell of a girl who's quite a dream
The beauty of her race
Though you'll doubt all the stories and think the tales are just
Marcus of the Mall
And tell me what it's like to be the one and only
All American Girl

Now I never had a supernatural feelin'
Not to mention a sexual
he's inside me

We've got the American Jesus
See him on the interstate
We've got the American Jesus
Exercising his authority

We've got the American
of it all
The Neiman Marcus of the Mall
And tell me what it's like to be the one and only
All American Girl 

Now I never had a supernatural feelin'
ain't your home
We've been taught to say our name, Afro-American, all the same
Not fully American but gettin' there very slowly
'cause to fully be
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
misery)
All lost in the arms of our misery, oh
(Oh, we dance in misery)
And we dance on, and we dance on
Swept off our feet by our misery, we're swept
he's inside me

We've got the American Jesus
See him on the interstate
We've got the American Jesus
Exercising his authority

We've got the American
his place inside the good book
The words he believes and lives by

He's gonna make mistakes like anyone
But he's gonna make it right 'fore the day
The lights on the lady in tights
Or he bride with the guy by her side
Or the ball where she gives it her all.
That's entertainment!
The plot can be hot,
The lights on the lady in tights
Or he bride with the guy by her side
Or the ball where she gives it her all.
That's entertainment!
The plot can be hot,
plume twilight
American tears

Prairie-burnt eyes tell the hell and break through the lens
Feed the buildings by the coast a flagrant dance
Wounded