Hail to the hearts that stop when the bomb drops leaving bloody bones on the concrete to the mothers that cry when the government lies so much for the dream of fast cars a big house perched over the beach forced to crawl down on your hands and knees believe in the dollar the only thing that's true aren't we supposed to
take a bow for the tanks rolling in laying waste to cities as we party on the weekend close your eyes to the world lock your doors at night the USA was made just right for the rich little boys and the fortunate girls who only see what they want to see it wont be me that's not how its supposed to be
bleed me dry but my scar shows i'll see what i'll sing don't want your american dream bleed me dry kill me slow if it has to be so much for the american dream
take a bow for the tanks rolling in god bless the taxes you pay for them