Lyrics:
My sad mind searching overtime
For a reason
You suspiciously incorporate some far-fetched fiction you find so sublime
But it's too late to reject
.S for a joke
I did no we do t but U.S dropped bombs on Blacks in Oklaho
Black Wall Street 1921
The wealthiest Blacks was murdered by bombs mobs and guns
(Oh, I just don't agree)
Oh, American Owned. American...Owned
In debt for a degree
Follow the rules, you can work for me
Got to work, and bust your ass
the kid ain't afraid to get up and make a stand
Oh, no, no, no
For love or money, I get it any way I can
You know I will
I'm an all American boy
is new
Ah, Mother American Night, I'm lost from the light
Oh, I'm drowning in you
I left St. Louis, the City of Blues
In the midst of a storm I
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
But the land was already claimed by a people
When the cowboy came and when the soldiers came
The story of the American Indian is in a lot of ways
Don't take no mess from no one
American Made
Build to last
American Made
From the future to the past
American Made
Quality
American Made
by you and me
Americans
We all know the hour's late, this ain't no time to hesitate
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty
Of thee, I sing
Land where my fathers
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,
a
Courage of dreams
In trance as mission
Trans-American
Moving on
For just one moment in time
I want to walk where it is
Sustain a stature in life
If tomorrow all the things were gone
I'd worked for all my life
And I had to start again
With just my children and my wife
I'd thank my lucky
around
Count one two three then put your right foot down
Then you circle your lady as you swing and you sway
To the Rhumba Boogie in the South American
fills
20 inch wide, 20 inches high
Ho, don't you like my 20 inch ride?
20 inch thighs make 20inch eyes
Hoping for American 20 inch pies
Pretty ass
the heartland USA
I sing it loud and proud and I make a lotta noise
I'm an all-American middle class white boy
Hey, hey
Lived in the sticks 'til I moved
oh)
Yeah, she could hear the cars roll by
Out on 441 like waves crashin' on the beach
And for one desperate moment there
He crept back in her memory
Fluorescent like these highway lines cause fool
You've gone and loved an American child
Don't you know they forget their goodbyes?
What'd you leave, that one
to me”
I'm without you
Tell all the English boys you meet
about the American boy back in the states
The American boy you used to date
who would
as human
You don't think of them at all
You keep your mind on the money
Keeping your eyes on the wall
I'm your private dancer, a dancer for money
I
and the headline read
"All-American Comeback Kid"
He was recruited by the best schools in the land
He decided he would sign with his Uncle Sam
Kissed his mama
'Cause everybody needs to be loved
And I'm no exception, I was born to reject rejection
If only for today
Show me that you want me
Show me that you
We're not the ones, who're meant to follow
For that's enough to argue
Don't wanna be an American idiot
One nation controlled by the media
Information age
less.
So all aboard for the American tour,
And maybe you'll make it to the top.
And mind how you go, and I can tell you, 'cause I know
You may find
to rule the land
Come one, come all they said, and be American
I'm American
Govern yourself, good men, and do the best you can
Take all the land, they
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