Lyrics:
seldom get
Only for Americans
Our finest art is in the Louvre
The ones the experts don't approve
Are only for Americans
We keep an artist by
exceptional or superior to
Other nations when the facts show
There is American corruption in
Voting rights, criminal justice
Housing policy a political system
on the North Pole?
Matthew Henson, a black man
Who was the first American to show the Pilgrims at Plymouth the secrets of survival in the new world?
Squanto,
that Internet
Americans are listenin' to 50 Cent
Americans are buyin' that modern art
Americans are drivin' gigantic cars
Americans are doin' that
They were raining from the sky
Exploding in my heart
Is this a love in disguise?
Or just a form of modern art?
From the skies, you could almost
faithfully in her solitude
Her "yes" welcomes the indwelling Trinity
May our prayer always be a "yes" to God"
Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be
They were raining from the sky
Exploding in my heart
Is this a love in disguise?
Or just a form of modern art?
From the skies, you could almost
American Greed American Greed, I can't stop
American Greed American Green, I can't stop
American Greed Maerican Greed, put it in the bag and I'm gon'
I was born feet first
On a Friday night
A mouth full of filth
And ready to fight
Meanness coursing threw my veins
Drugged up with a broken brain
again I
Would have gone to the Art Institute
Over the American Academy of Art
I would have researched where I could have
Got the best and the strongest
that Cali never rains and New York's wide awake
First let's see the West End, I'll show you to my bredrin
I'm likin' this American boy, American boy
that Cali never rains and New York's wide awake
First let's see the West End, I'll show you to my bredrin
I'm likin' this American boy, American boy
Father, who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done,
On earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
heart awaits
First let's see the West End, I'll show you all my best friends
I'm likin' this American boy, American boy
Take me on a trip, I'd like
You've come to hate sunny day and beautiful weather
Because it was in the rain when you first got together
Supermarket aisles and cobalt sky
that Cali never rains and New York's heart awaits
First let's see the West End, I'll show you to my brethren
I'm liking this American boy (American
have to go... ohh...
I look back, but there's nothing more
I look around but I have nowhere to go
We are the kids with the broken toys
Trapped in cages
mula (what's up?)
Scarface, into livin' life like a king (yeah)
Every day eatin' good with my team (the American dream) (what's up?)
First they said I
can't be trusted
[Powhatan]
We must sound the drums of war
[Native Americans]
They're savages! Savages!
First we deal with this one
Then we sound
the
First musical act to appear in a
Talkie film, The Jazz Singer
In 1927 unfortunately it was performed
By Jolson in blackface
(3) Maharanee: The wive
centuries.
As we look ahead in our uniquely American way, restless, bold, optimistic, and set our sights on a nation we know we can be and must be, I thank my
all-American boy, my physical attraction
All-American boy
(I'm your all-American boy)
When he first gave me a smile, suddenly my knees went weak
He was so
and resolve this is what
It means to be an American
Fear creates it's own
Self-fulfilling dynamic as
People give in to it, they lose energy and
Momentum their
I had a job tending gardens in the citadel
First heard the guns with my cousin standing at the well
Running we were running we were running through
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