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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
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
whenever I do travel
If to Portugal, England, or Spain
As I do walk by the shipyards and the harbors
I smell the salt, and the bay rum of your ghost again
I don't need to be a global citizen
Because I'm blessed by nationality
I'm member of a growing populace
We enforce our popularity
There are
I don't need to be a global citizen
Because I'm blessed by nationality
I'm member of a growing populace
We enforce our popularity
There are
I don't need to be a global citizen
Because I'm blessed by nationality
I'm member of a growing populace
We enforce our popularity
There are
theft is American
So how can Afro-American make much sense?
Your ancestors come from Africa
By stealing them now you're born in America
 
So
with my guns by my side 
Ready to ride till I die 
And I'm a soldier 
And you can see it in my eyes 
Even when the man dies 
They say a soldier
I don't need to be a global citizen
Because I'm blessed by nationality
I'm member of a growing populace
We enforce our popularity
There are things
Police man 

He won the lottery by being born 
Big hand slapped a white male American 
Do no wrong so clean cut

Dirty his hands  it comes right off
long overdue
Here's to the American man

Flies the stars and stripes on a pole in the front yard
Picture of his wife and kids as a bookmark
To keep
extra thick
They make me feel so patriotic

Man, American girls are something to see
I bet Thomas Jefferson would love be E T
This is a celebration
I don't need to be a global citizen
Because I'm blessed by nationality
I'm member of a growing populace
We enforce our popularity
There are
myself as the Hungry Hustler, Afroman.
I am the American Dream. Even though the government tried to experiment with me
By placing me in the projects, I'm
fade away
The good ole american way

Got sense enough to know things change
But the little man's getting screwed today
Somebody with a backbone
of cheap gasoline
I'm for sale by the side of the road going nowhere
Rusty old American dream

I rolled off the line in Detroit
Back in 1958
Spent
Police man, police man

He won the lottery, by being born
Big hand slapped a white male American
Do no wrong, so clean cut
Dirty his hands, it comes
This man he was a Mexican
Oh yeah
Adopted into Norwegian
Oh yeah
Turned into American
Oh yeah
But he felt a Mexican
Oh yeah
He was a walking
So far this spring, fifty-nine American communities 
Have been flattened by tornadoes 
Nobody has helped 

The Marshall Plan
The Truman Policy
I have no plans, I have no debts
The mind is not the carefree set
I'm looking for American Valhalla
So if it passes by, give me a holler
Please
I'm loving taking over the world
Hot blooded, all American girl (Whoa)
I was raised by a television
Every day is a competition
Put the key in my
reign
When he could have seen democracy by travelin' on to Spain?
William Worthy isn't worthy to enter our door
Went down to Cuba, he's not American
reign
When he could have seen democracy by travelin' on to Spain?

William Worthy isn't worthy to enter our door
Went down to Cuba, he's not American
of a travelling man
Conceived and born in a caravan
Lives where he could and comes out when he can
Death of a rock star played by an actor
Gotta make a film 'cause
It's all over, it's all over, it's all over the American way
But sometimes the children are so far away

And in a dark apartment on the wrong side