Lyrics:
of the all-American Prophet?
The blonde-haired, blue-eyed voice of God
He didn't come from the Middle East
Like those other holy men
No, God's favorite prophet was
that stable genius at the sun
He'll make that dwarf star tall again
Grab the aliens by their laser guns
So let's be best and send him right away
For
Your 17 hundred 76 miles away from all of this back home, back home
You show me 50 stars I'll give you 50 kisses from my soul, my soul
Oh, and every
foreigns
None of these bill important
All of your moves is boring
You put your heart into the game
Nigga thats just an organ
I want the whole pie
Nigga thats
Bringing me down, I'm running aground
Blind in the light of the interstate cars
Passing me by, the buses and semis
Plunging like stones from
the other guy loses
He's gonna be on CNN
It's OK
That's what I say
It's gonna be OK
All Saints Day 2020
Vote your conscience, God bless America
And by
Baby, don't you cry terribly alive
You've got thirteen stripes and
Stars in your eyes
So now I gotta sleep with the lights on
Now I gotta sleep with
realize that you have been locked in chains
Said you wasn't civilized and stole your name
'Cause some time has passed seem you all forget
There ain't no
by Ben or Willis
American Express privelages, blood spillage
We got more balls then village
Star-spangled banner, soldier stand up
They say the sky is the limit
Well I guess it all depends on you
And your views (in this American dream)
Don't tell me that the sky is the limit
hand touches your heart
Remember we all played a part in america
To help that banner wave
First clock to be made
In america was created
By a black
freedom to go about saving the earth and the ozone, we should start by paying all those dirt-poor coca farmers in South America and out-of-work loggers in
that's my Red Scare
I was swindled as my relationship dwindled
When I gave all my cream to those gold diggin' dimples
By the dawn's early light, tried hard
the small town boy
And then give all of your votes to the
American Idol
And here comes Lionel, right on cue
American Idol
American Idol, and here comes a key
feeling like rejects at dances that sipping on punch,
You dubbed me at prom so I guess that’s of a pun, You left with your girls said you wanna have fun,
So
Six pm, Friday night
Listening to my requiems
I've been a watcher almost all my life
It's kind of boring once your time's gone by
A player
people are getting jailed. Covert operations never seen or heard by American senses. Funded by the dirty hands of greed... their international drug scheme.
Take me with you tonight
But it was dark and I couldn’t see the light
Your love got me all hypnotized
I love you in your
American jeans
American jeans
If I were to die soon
I would sing a sad tune
Away from all the world's mistakes
If I were to find you
Hiding by the old moon
Afraid to die another
think all the girls is funny..
American woman! why you do it to meeeeee?
American woman! why you do it to meeeeee?
(yo biz you know you don't usually be
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
American Hero
VERSE 1:
Daddy was a good man
Taught me wrong from right
Didn’t have all the answers
But knew God’s
Bringing me down i'm running aground
Blind in the light of the interstate cars
Passing me by the busses and semis
Plunging like stones from
the Declaration of Independence
With liberty and justice for all
But something happened since Jefferson called the Bible the cornerstone
For American liberty
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