American Something Testo

Live like a ghost and all you feel is nothingnessPlayed off the myth that all peaople are born with gifts
I can't recall if the fucks at the end of the line
Tow the rope all their lives or do they get the call
Take me back to the start
Smoke your face black hide your soul from the scrutiny
Punch in punch out and then go home to your tv
Fear fills the everyday Joe simple nothing man
Bills pile on booze that will get him through the weekend
Take him back to the start
I don't want to be the one
Soaked in sorrow
Tell the man what he's won
Crushed tomorrow
Looking back what we've done
Ain't so much fuck
At least he's go what he's got
Where do you stack up?
It's not the same thing
I don't want to be the kid
Who hated life and what he did
I'll cherish it right to the end
And fight against the normalcy and boring shit
Depression ends when I stand up and bang my head
Unleash the beast that sad old friend and I can
Fly or go on with the lie
Or will I break the trend?
It wants to take you down inside my friend
The system never ends
The poor stay poor again
The wealthy go and spend
God bless America my friend
Be
So
Righteous
Now