Lyrics:
get along
In our world
It's over
The end of the American dream (American Dream)
It's over
So long to the American dream (American Dream)
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
of the silver scream
I'm the American nightmare
I'm the man of the dreams
Now the cloth is cut
So I'm sinking my claws in the silver scream
One, two,
wore your pride so the world would know
Last Stand American Man
Wearin' your peace for the Promised Land
Last Stand American Man
From New York
American Hero
VERSE 1:
Daddy was a good man
Taught me wrong from right
Didn’t have all the answers
But knew God’s
American
So how can Afro-American make much sense?
Your ancestors come from Africa
By stealing them now you're born in America
So the black man is homeless
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
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
Can, and by coincidence we love
The elected until the detected of being human
American falls, minorities lose war
But if we unite we would have won
an American dream in action, our women wanna look like Hollywood silicon dolls.
Globalization is an irriversible reaction - I know it, so explain to me why
They say the sky is the limit
Well I guess it all depends on you
And your views (in this American dream)
Don't tell me that the sky is the limit
Afraid to complain so I guess
Gotta put on the American mask
Gotta put on the American mask
You're wearing freedom on that star-spangled dress
So take
of the confederate
I share the same sentiment: Slavery is bad
But slavery was established by
The American flag follow me
The American flag it flew in every colony
laws against peddling race hate
But every man has the right to his own opinion as an American boasts
But race hate is not an opinion, it's a phobia
It
of that American Pie
I'm trying to get my piece of the pie
Open my eyes
Wake up everyday and I grind
Because I'm trying
To come up not just get by
Yeah I
They say the sky is the limit
Well I guess it all depends on you
And your views (in this American dream)
Don't tell me that the sky is the limit
I don't need to be a global citizen
'Cause I'm blessed by nationality
I'm a member of a growing populace
We enforce our popularity
There are things
Shook with Brad and Josh and now
I'm rolling with the Acolytes
A month prior got a DM on the gram
He said his name is Scott he
Tours with Portugal the Man
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
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
Reggae, Dancehall music
Industries rocked by BDP
So girls throw your hand in the air
Put 'em down, turn around
And move your bo-dy-dy-dy beat Change
Hot
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
American Idol
(J Busch / D. Tough) April 2007 (justrbusch@yahoo.com)
V1:
Daddy was a good man
He taught me wrong from right
Worked full time with
fight, for the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in
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