Lyrics:
the attic
Broken headphones filled with static
Lonely room you've got nowhere to run
3, 2, 1 for all and all for 1
Times will be bad times will be good
We better check ourselves, look at how shit has been
Take a look where you live, this is America
And we are Americans
I make beaucoup bucks,
I'd rather go blind
For speaking my mind
Or use it just like a gag
So raise it in anger
Just let it hang
American Gangster Time
He sits back
An American Trilogy
Mickey Newbury
(words & music by Newbury)
Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton
an American way created by the white
Mastered by the black, and absorbed by the fiends, taxed by the governmentality, charted by Forbes
If you believe in
The only thing they feel at all is greed
[Kekata]
Beneath that milky hide
There's emptiness inside
[Native American]
I wonder if they even bleed
[Native
better
I will never lose my baby again
My friends tried, but I wouldn't hear it
Watch me daily disappearing
For just one glimpse of his smile
All
And now, the all-american Jazz band goes into action for our all-American audience!
Vocal star Bille Holliday
Supported by Roy Eldridge leads
meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.
Don't want to be an American
Blowin' in the wind
Callin' out my name like a long lost friend
Oh I miss those days as the years go by
Oh nothing's sweeter than summertime
And American
Not to mention a sexual healin'
But every now and then I get to the kneelin'
To thank him for it all
But you probably got some inside connection
So
Political agenda failure all knowing all powerful
American Christian
American Christian
You are God calls upon you look into his light
HE who sees all looks
down
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you
I don't want to fake you out
Take or shake or forsake you out
I ain't lookin' for you to feel
the American Jesus
See him on the interstate
We've got the American Jesus
He helped build the president's estate
I feel sorry for the earth's population
American
Buy, buy, buy...
We'll stay up all night with the radio on
Sleep all day, keep your clothes still on
Whatever you do, be sure you by
Not to mention a sexual healin'
But every now and then I get to the kneelin'
To thank him for it all
But you probably got some inside connection
So
believe in politically correct
You wanna a piece better have a set
A rifle and a four wheel drive is all i need
Small mouth bass on the end of a hook
down
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you
I don't want to fake you out
Take or shake or forsake you out
I ain't lookin' for you to feel
don't want to meet your kin
Make you spin or do you in
Or select you or dissect you
Or inspect you or reject you
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be
down
All I really want to do
Is baby be friends with you
I don't want to fake you out
Shake or take or forsake you out
I ain't lookin' for you to feel
Or inspect you or reject you
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you
Baby, be friends with you
Baby, be friends with you
said, every one of you will never try to lend a hand
When the police men don't understand
Boys, all you boys, you think it's so American
Girls, all you
on the interstate
We've got the American Jesus
Overwhelming millions everyday, yea-ah
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
I love you guys, thank you all for coming
don't want to meet your kin
Make you spin or do you in
Or select you or dissect you
Or inspect you or reject you
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be
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