Lyrics:
Back in the days of knights in armor
There once lived a lovely charmer
Swimming in the Rhine
Her figure was divine
She had a yen for all
and shot in a church basement or somebody's ###160109 and all the prophets had towels wrapped around their heads for turbans, but you could see the tags,
to get off into that brand new Snoop Dogg produced by Pharrell
So everybody in the city tonight
I want to you roll your window down and turn the music up
Way back in 1969 I was 10 years old and working on the story of an American boy
Growing up in a small town
The world was filled with people who
Thousand of kids reversed to go “home”
D.A.C.A. their home
Children consumed by their, bullshit lies
The American dream
Let this nation die let it
to speak, when all it knew was how to bite
Like a misery that keeps me focused thought I've gone astray
Like an endless nightmare that I must awaken from
around
He finds a sandbox like this to play
I want to tell all you cafe cuties if my sweet thing should have a bite
You'd better take mom's advice if
When the shark bites, with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves, though, wears Mac Heath, dear
So there's not a trace of red
been cookin' all morning, and you haven't touched a single bite
That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today
Said he'd be pleased to have
Doubtfire, you probably all sad
Probably wack like Affleck in Hollywoodland
I probably would man
On American Bandstand
If I was from back then and not
to the woolsy fire
Who would've thought that this year at 33
You would've been taken out from under me
After all those years?
Built from the ground up, by
All-American
I'm gonna take you back to Biblical times 1823
An American man named Joe livin' on a farm in the holy land of Rochester, New York
You mean
been cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased
for a month
By all of the American Apparel ad girls
American Apparel and ad girls
You know what I mean?
I like it when you're under the ocean and all
the valley
All by herself, goin' on the ho stroll
Comin' back home late night with the bankroll
You know a bitch like that makes me sick
But I heard that she
cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased to have
all them funny signs
Like you're tryin' to tip off your hand
Keep talkin' in American, big AAA
That's what I can understand
And don't be getting'
1, 2. 3, 4
Well she was an American girl
Raised on promises
She couldn't help thinkin' that there
Was a little more to life
Somewhere else
After all
Laws may change but we can't erase the scares of a nation
Of children devalued and disavowed
Displaced by greed and the arrogance of manifest destiny
on...On the American Dream
A lady in a fancy dress walked by me on the street
Asked me if I'd be her guest for a dandy American treat.
A sound then woke me
runnin’ the west side
American flag / back of a window
rolln’ up a zag / dads old pinto
sippin’ old crow knowin’ its stolen
same damn bottle grandad was
sense fear
I can hear your heartbeat
You bark while we bite around here
I can hear your heartbeat
We ain't cut from the same cloth, we into
front to back say hey, hey, hey, hey
I put Detroit City back on the map by singin hey, hey, hey, hey
Kid Rocks in the house and that's where I'm at!
a hundred and twenty
Look, here man no hands
I got up enough nerve to raise up and look
And by now there couldn't be no surprise
But his hair was blowing all
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