STAND UP AND YELL FREEDOMS NEVER FREE ITS THE AMERICAN WAY STEP BACK AND SEE AT THE END OF THE DAY DOUBLE TAXED YEAH WERE DOUBLE FUCKED IS THERE SUCH THING AS AN
't want Mistook the nods for an approval Just ignore the smoke and smile Call an optimist, she's turning blue Such a lovely color for you Call an optimist
She's pony-tailed an' she's halter topped Her bumper-sticker says, "I hate hip-hop" With a southern drawl, she says, "Howdy, y'all" And her hands ain'
LOU REED - LAST GREAT AMERICAN WHALE They say he didn't have an enemy His was a greatness to behold He was the last surviving progeny The last one on
Murder Wanted (Murder Wanted) Catch Me If You Can I'm In Cali Homie (Cali Homie) Houston Texas Ohio Michigan Birmingham Suspicious FEDs Talking Bout him Trafficking Cause I'm African (African) American (American
Alice was a drunken Mona Lisa Arching up some American wall She said, "I really want to please you" I said, "That's easy, let yourself fall" All you
't shut An' I'm beginning to dig all this, being an all American alien child boy All American alien boy All American alien boy All American alien boy All American
(ian hunter/earl slick) Alice was a drunken mona lisa Arching up some american wall She said I really want to please you I said that's easy let yourself
I'm Don Juan's reckless daughter I came out two days on your tail Those two bald-headed days in November Before the first snowflakes sail Out on the
for Americans A Frenchman seldom eats the snails With little ulcers on their tails And all that cheese was made to please Americans from the U.S.A.
atcha. The voice of reason, the voice of the season here at WLUV, the student-run radio station here at Heartsville High, the heart of America. It'
It's like a tidal wave inside my brain eroding every thought away Blindfolded, I try spear gun down my own tail of blame Intelligentsia, mediums, media
but Marlboro reds Tattoos up an' down my arms An' deer heads over my bed My grand daddy fought in World War Two An' my daddy went to Vietnam An' I ain
Well I grew up down an old dirt road In a town you wouldn't know My pop's picked a place up for fifteen hundred bucks Back in 1964 My grandfather was
I'm Don Juan's reckless daughter I came out two days on your tail Those two bald-headed days in November Before the first snowflakes sail Out on the vast
-determination in one single stroke. She has agreed to install deadly cruise missiles on British soil Over which the Americans have total control. The American
've made We say - we say We're ready for something new Somewhere in a dark, damp corner of America They're manufacturing a steady stream Of cheap shots, misinformation And an