Stone Cold Fox - American | Текст песни

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• Stone Cold Fox
• American

Inside my house we had forgotten now
Inside my house we had forgotten how
To live in the country with three white stones
Surrounding a flag of branches and bones
Of mirrors of contracts and signed armored clad
Of the ways we play circus to hide what we had

They won’t tell me what I am to be an American
I’m here but my hearts at sea, oh they won’t speak for me

And someone spoke too soon they got caught again
And the kids they lost their breath in the revolution
They settled for houses and for small kids
To tell them the stories of when they were young
The warriors they thought they’d become
Now hide in the surface like the roots from the sun

They won’t tell me what I am to be an American
I’m here but my hearts at sea, oh they won’t speak for me

I will stay up late and dig my own trench
I’ll ask all the questions they never present
And it’s sick and its vain and it’s hard to explain
To question the role or the play of the game
Not for your founding father or for the new born threat
Not for your radical breach that you tend to forget
Not for your good mother or the weight of her debt
Not for your children at sea, but your own way to

Tell what you are to be an American
I can’t live by your words and remain the person which I came
They wont tell me what I am to be an American
I’m here but I’m loosing my cool, no I won’t wait for you.