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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · 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) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) – and 90 other albums »


this is the American Dream
Young girl, hustlin'
On the other side of the ocean
You can be anything at all
In America, America
I say, can't you see
housewife
How she does it all I'll never know
God bless the American housewife
She could use a miracle for sure
God bless the American housewife
Cleaning
flattering yourself 

So when the smoke clears here I am 
Your reject all-American 
Sucking up your social sect 
Making you a nervous wreck 
To hell
I am the bad one
Distant and cruel one
I am the dream that
Keeps you running down
With distraction
Violent reaction
Scars of my actions
Watch
I am the bad one,
Distant and cruel one,
I am the dream that,
Keeps you running down,
With distraction,
Violent reaction,
Scars of my actions,
Watch
And she holds a torch
And she wont let go
I love her with all my heart
And soul
Id give my life
To keep her free
American beauty, American beauty
the American man

Free man
Haunted by the music
Ghosts of generations
Beat the drums for freedom
Those that toiled and suffered
And those they try
And we love the life that we lead
We're all American girls
Hear what we say, know what we mean

The day has finally come
We're reaching out for number one
on a dress
One that is extremely less
The price that's more is only for
Americans from the U.S.A.

Only for Americans
A Frenchman's food is very plain
bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
We live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?

All night
He wants the young American
and look my way
'Cause I try to be here for everyone

I'm an American, I'm an American
I respect you and your point of view
I'm an American, I
bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
We live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?

All night
He wants the young American
no settlin'
Pull up in the Porsche on you like skrut, I'm sick, I need medicine
I go crazy for the lady that I like though, American beauty
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,
the American Man

Free men
Haunted by the music
Ghosts of generations
Beat the drums for freedom
Those who toiled and suffered
Now those they try
want the young American
All right
I want the young American, young American whoa whoa

Young American, young American
I want what you want
I want what
Life is hard
When it seems
That you're a fish
On the hook
Of the American dream
We're the All American Boys
Looking for
The All American world
Lots
You follow the rules
He spews out the lies
You kneel on the floor
Priest stands on high

Reject their lies, absolution

You confess all your sins
a natural fact
Up all night with Freddie King
I got to tell you, poker's his thing
Booze and ladies, keep me right
As long as we can make it to the show
and for years
Now I don't speak any English, just American without tears
Just American without tears

One had been a beauty queen and the other was her
a natural fact
Up all night with Freddie King
I got to tell you, poker's his thing
Booze and ladies, keep me right
As long as we can make it to the show
a natural fact
Up all night with Freddie King
I got to tell you, poker's his thing
Booze and ladies, keep me right
As long as we can make it to the show
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}
Looking on the English gals
Singing American soul
You came from Northern Street
But you bleached your teeth
When you were voted best south by southwest
American
All night

All the way from Washington
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
"We live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for