Lyrics:
smell in the air
the American dream
sweet as a new millionaire
the American dream
pre-packed, ready-to-wear
the American dream
fat, like a chocolate
Feel it, when you hear that you know it's official, yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon, get a little
Closer
All American shooter, all American hits, all
such spiritual hypocrites in a
Minority? Aren't most Americans fairly
Consistent in their conduct within the
Precepts of religious doctrine?
I've got no
It's not about havin' someone to love me anymore
This is the experience of bein' an American whore
Called up one drunk, called up another
Forensic
collective fame
Ameri-Ameri-Ameri-Ameri-Amer-American
Nassau club day
Ameri-Ameri-Ameri-Ameri-Amer-American
Across a curved earth
In collective fame
collective fame
Ameri-Ameri-Ameri-Ameri-Amer-American
Nassau club day
Ameri-Ameri-Ameri-Ameri-Amer-American
Across a curved earth
In collective fame
the shade
Everybody was in club USA
I'm a good standing member, I bleed red, white and blue
I believe in the american dream, now brother, how 'bout you?
Ameri-Ameri-Ameri-Ameri-American
Nassau club day
Ameri-Ameri-Ameri-Ameri-American
Across a curved earth in collective fame
Ameri-Ameri-Ameri-Ameri-American
The eventful work-outs
Alright George, tell 'em
(It's a big club... and you ain't in it)
It's a big club, but you and I aren't in it
Doesn't matter what colour shirt you
run up in the club
We actin' stupid, but we run up in the club
Jump on a nigga like American Psycho
Smoke the blunt, spit the Geico
Superheater like
Everybody was in Club USA
I'm a good standing member, I bleed Red
White and Blue
I believe in the American dream, now brother
How 'bout you? (I sure do)
If
but
Down at Club Proud Boy
They dance their cares away now
It's a disco inferno
It's a rager riot, don't ya see it now
Bang, bang goes the American
Does anybody out there know that for the first time in American history the U.S. Army was used in a war operation against the American people? Right
[Intro: Chip Banks of American Cream Team]
What? Aiyyo, why'all want to do a track wit us or some shit?
We the billion dollar boys club.
What you
We the billion dollar boys club.
What you got a hundred thousand for us? The fuck's that?
Three rings and a hair cut or some shit?
Aiyyo, American
They gon' let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
PITT
25th, September 1967
Dear Sandra
When I called in this, my manager's office
A few moments ago I was handed my
Very first American fan letter
will be the Fourth of July, with your American guy.
To the beach or to the club?
You know, my ship don’t sail until the sun comes up
It's sailors
With an airfield plan
I caught a boy fall out of the sky
What do you know about this world anyway
American
In collective fame
American
Nassau club
ready when you
Paid your membership dues
It's comin' to take you (take you)
To the country club (to the country club)
Bring your golf clubs
Your tennis
There's no point in just mouthing the words.
The token tantrums just aren't enough,
Nor is speed and weed and the Positive Creed.
Exclusive clubs where
I just wanna take you on a holiday, mami
Say what's on your mind, I'm a call away, mami
Come and rescue me, whoa
Take me out the club, take me
Yo yo oh
Red skins Indians
Indians red skins native Americans
Indians red skins native Americans
Red skins Indians
Red skins in the house man
Red
club down in the holler
He knows every word to every Skynyrd song but come Sunday morning he'll be singin' along
With Amazing Grace and How Great Thou
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