Lyrics:
hat.
I can't find any shade but
I'll be swayed as long as
I've got a switchblade.
I think I'm getting a rise
On all her American thighs
Her
Maybe if I fall. Maybe if I fall asleep
There'll be a party there
Maybe if I fall. Maybe if I fall
Americans unrooted blow with the wind
But
Look at ya
Yeah, take a look in the mirror now tell me what you see
Another satisfied customer in the front of the line for the American dream
I set out like Kerouac in my
American car
Carrying a dream and a
Road map
Deep in my American heart
But where's those mountain
Majesties
but to do if the pay rate's right
Black liquid assets fuck the mujaheddin
Paint their picket fences red with the American dream
Lay the hammer hammer
I have so many faces
Just like you, just like you
Who is the angel?
Who is the whore?
You can't kill the American dream
We know you'll try,
American Gangster is what i want to be.
the song goes thru my ears,but it's to loud.
my feather used to be a gangster in his band.
he was a mexaen
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 it was
and Union Army generals
It's nowhere in particular but everywhere in general
History says Americans, we have the right to choose
But they never
country
Now, like the American Revolution, you know?
I mean, what is the American Revolution today
You talk about revolution today
America
I am your rose
American dreamer
Flyin' high
And down through America
Didn't you know
American dreamer
Flyin' high
And down through America
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
American money
Get back home, get head from American bunnies
My Iron Fists, my platinum wrists
My cook up game is chemists, fuck my nemesis
Fly birds
old Hanoi and they grew wings and they've flown away
And in the words of Graham Greene
Like the Quiet American
Who's searching these sacred streets
For
the pretty anti-ground
Don't wanna miss such an American scene
And I said to myself I'm not turning off
I said to myself I'm not turning off
And I said
down
American baseball bat!
Demolish the discotheque!
And how many blows to his forearm and neck
'Til he lay in the schoolyard, bludgeoned
the pretty anti-ground
Don't wanna miss such an American scene
And I said to myself I'm not turning off
I said to myself I'm not turning off
And I said
losing you was not part of the plan
Melbourne is a tropical London
American in a tropical London
Abandoned in a tropical London
Oh no, oh no
If
it
Nigga I live it (no bloodclat gimmicks) blow
Soul survive cut me a slice of American Pie
Piece by piece, bit by bit
'Fore it all falls down in
the children"
African American families are being driven further and further apart from each other
To the extent their children, particularly those living in
I watch while you lay down
You go where I sleep I put art to the beat
Take a part of my piece and inherit the heritage
We're not American dreamin'
for all of us
I'm America, oh yes I am
I'm America
I'm proud to be a Puerto Rican American
I'm an American
I love this country, oh yes I do
Don't wanna be an American idiot
Don't want a nation under the new mania
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck America
moving around on the radio
Well I've been on that show
Reap and sow, feed and grow
And it did not amuse me
Hey citizen, hey American
Hey Russian, hey
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