Lyrics:
My big brother rode an Indian Scout
It was black like his jacket
American Spirit hangin' outta his mouth
Just like our daddy
He kicked started
to the West
(Psychos) east Side, West Side, whole area
The United States, they'll bury ya
American, American
Real psychos right off the street
American
And a few thousand diapers later
That mistake he thought he made
Covers up the refrigerator
Oh yeah, he loves that little girl
Momma's waiting to tuck
And a few thousand diapers later
That mistake he thought he made
Covers up the refrigerator
Oh yeah, he loves that little girl
Momma's waiting to tuck
This town ain't big, this town ain't small
It's a little of both they say
Our ball club may be minor league but at least it's triple A
We sit
of my league
Yeah, I don't know
She's my sweet Georgia peach
Sorta feisty kinda shy
No, she's not some Euro trip
She's my American Pie
She's
let's see what's on the other side
All this for us on our American ride
East coast low tide mud flats where the clams squirt
West coast high tide, surfer
on to Philly
Mid west got it really
All over the USA
Sexy American girls
Gotta love it
So many flavors
You can't find one, you buggin'
Look around (look
fate to the winds say I
Want to buy a drink for an American spy?
Don't ask me - sounded like a plan
Go west, go west, go west, young man
I've had
"The first words I spoke in the original phonograph, 'Mary had a little lamb. It's fleece was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb
to west
People separate it's a pity
Never know what to express
The Americans, home of the brave
The Americans, land of the free
The Americans, everybody
Too $hort, E-40, and The motherfucking Click
Enough respect to the West coast
Dun, dun, dun
Yo, Ol' Dirty Bastard coming through
Know what I'm
(pulling on the pin, oh)
I had not seen his face,
'til I'm only feet away
Unbeknown to my prey.
I look in American eyes.
I see little life,
See
warm
On a 747 on the Pentagon lawn
Wake up, the alarm clock is connected to a bomb
Anthrax lab on a West Virginia farm
Shorty ain't learned to walk,
Little fish swam across a great big pond and we got em'
Eating out of our hands
Concert posters hangin' all around this city talkin' bout
American
the right
I gotta have both-to make me fly
Just a whitey from Blighty - heading out west
Got my little green card an' my bulletproof vest
Goin' to old
thinks of th ecritters ou there
The grazin' gone, the winter has hit 'em hard!
Cowboy, great American Cowboy -
Big high boots, Steston hat,
sound-bite on the American scene
Caught between the supplier only dreaming of money
And the demand of the man with the money
Who needs a little help
The vicious traffic squad cars are
After our lone driver
The last American hero
The the electric sitar
The demi-god
The super driver of the golden west!
Two
and little league fans
The blood, sweat and tears, every woman and man, yeah.
The American Face
The American Face
The American Face (yeah)
The American Face
for American Oil
I died for American Oil
I died for American Oil
I died for American Oil
I died for American Oil
Our own little black iron curtain
This town ain't big, this town ain't small
It's a little of both they say
Our ball club may be minor league but at least it's triple A
We sit
(What up, cuz? What up, Snoop?)
The great white American hope
Done hooked up with the king of the motherfuckin' west coast
Baby
And you don't really
(What up, Cuz? What up, Snoop!)
The Great White American Hope
Done hooked up with the king of the motherfuckin' West Coast
Baby
And you don't really
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