Lyrics:
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Family dinners silent, speaking only to ourselves.
This orgasm on the screen has molded our American dream.
This orgasm on the screen has molded our
the American Dream
I get home I'm tired I'm worn
Walking through the front door, that's when I feel more
Their little arms around my legs
A kiss from my bride
the halls and streets
Build a life behind a screen
Guess that's the new American dream
Round n Round n Round n
Round n Round it goes
Round n Round n Round n
members of the American Indian Movement
And the FBI and then the local sheriffs, state troopers
Two agents were killed and one Indian was murdered
denied.
Independence the pillow in a lonely grave
Here in the land stolen from of Braves, built by the slaves
American made.
I have a dream many cultures
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
didn't come here for forgiveness
There he goes my american dream
I am feeling kind of seasick
On this lazy afternoon
And in my darkest hours
I can't stand
American Dream
Can you spare a dime?
I’ve got mouths to feed
I’m out here on the breadlines, welcome to the nineties
Had my share of cold
American Dream
Can you spare a dime?
I’ve got mouths to feed
I’m out here on the breadlines, welcome to the nineties
Had my share of cold
of the victim
I don't see any American dream
I see an American nightmare
Power to the people
We got more crack in the ghetto
Than they could grow in Columbia
Put
high can we go cracking the ceiling
Momma saying it's all right I'm chasing that feeling
Surrounded by dreams
So you dream dream dream dream dream dreams
Gettin' paid is the american dream
All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream
Geah
[high t]
Like the l.a. lakers
We tryin' to be a money maker
But that's
an American way created by the white
Mastered by the black, and absorbed by the fiends, taxed by the governmentality, charted by Forbes
If you believe in
their money until the day they sailed across the pond.
Then greeted by Miss Liberty, they all became Americans.
They brought their culture.
Identified;
back for justice and truth
Angry American!
Hear the cry of the American Youth
Angry American!
All those stupid hops and dreams
Down the drain as society
mans language
Suited and booted teaching 'em army maneuvers
Making 'em look like some American troopers
General tactics of a man who usurps and
Uses them
the work
And maybe later I'll rape her
Oh God, I am the American dream
I do not think I'm too extreme
And I'm a handsome son of a bitch
I'm gonna
the work
And maybe later I'll rape her
Oh God, I am the American dream
I do not think I'm too extreme
And I'm a handsome son of a bitch
I'm gonna
'n' maybe later I'll rape her
Oh God I am the American dream
I do not think I'm too extreme
An' I'm a handsome son of a bitch
I'm gonna get a good
dreams in a rollaway bed
Writing down your memoirs on some window in the frost
Roulette eyes reflecting another morning lost
Hauled in by the metro for
And desperate nights
My American Girl
Holding you tight
Tossing you on the bed
Hear my car passing by
With nothing to regret
We see eye to eye
Now that you
Got my American dream
Right by the southern stream
But what does a salary mean
If you cant blow off some steam
Right in the winter time
Shooting
Cover your eyes as I describe a scene so violent
Seemed like a bad dream, she laid in a blood puddle
Blood bubbled in her chest, cold air brushed
Cover your eyes as I describe a scene so violent
Seemed like a bad dream, she laid in a blood puddle
Blood bubbled in her chest, cold air brushed
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