Lyrics:
hard-working Americans
But you sold your soul
To a con man who made his fortune by cheating them
You used to stand for the American Dream
But you sold your soul
Don't want to be an American idiot
Don't want a nation controlled by the media
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind-fuck
your song
This the land where dreams come true
We’re American strong
We will rise and fall
But we still stand tall
Keep on keeping on
Cause we’re
him serpent a sin
Ramparts were built, hopes were caged, exodus on the way
O' what is burning?
Our souls, our hopes and dreams
Where's our American
the truth
My mothers tears ran down
Her face
Enslaved
Deprived of the american dream
Beaten
Hung and mistreated
For no reason
GOD could you please save us
Under the starry skies of an American night
With dreams rushing by flashing shadows of light
All the summer fun, color portraits around
Faces
Last night I had a dream baby
We were sitting by the river had a pretty red ribbon
Tied up in your hair
I think Elvis was there
Never seen
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
of dreams.
On the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans
Back to her friends and her family in the land of dreams.
Her own mother came to meet us at the station,
We're not living the American dream, we're just fucked up kids with no self-esteem.
I washed down what was left of my sobriety with your spoiled
in hell
Breastfed by the American Dream.
Mad cows, mad chicken, and the old woman sells rat meat.
For lunch, for dinner.
They eat Rats in Cambodia.
Got an AK-47 for his best friend
Business the American way
East side meets west side downtown
No time, the walls fall down
Can't you feel it
as the American Dream.
White trash, 2nd generation, stupid foibles, indignation
Offspring of suburban fright, pearl-white creatures of the night
White trash,
down our throat as the American dream.
White trash, second generation, stupid foibles, indignation
Offspring of suburban fright, pearl-white creatures
their money until the day they sailed across the pond.
Then greeted by Miss Liberty, they all became Americans.
They brought their culture.
Identified;
First-born of this American Republic
Son of this American Dream
I hope it's not the first time you've heard this
But Country isn't what it seems
My whole life
I wanted to get out of that cursed town
And search
For wonderland
Live the American dream
Find love
Live my pop star
Fantasy
filled with happiness
She's my American Southern Dream
With her little angel wings tattoo
We fell in love by bonfire light
When she looked in my eyes then
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
rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be
Dream
Proud of what the world handed to you
By force and libel raised your standard high
Proud of where you were born into
An identity staged
How hard can that be?"
Life at 26 ain't what she thought it would be
Now she’s waking up from an American dream
No rain falls to a spoiled land
Who is
Gotta right to find an American dream
And so what?
Stranded here high and dry
Got a cause on the region, on the beach I lie (?)
Fortunate to wait and see
Power and greed?
That's not for me.
I'd rather walk my own paths,
I'd rather plant my own seeds.
So a plant is a threat to the American dream?
I
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