Amerikan Slaves

There's a place that I know

Where we can all be saved

There a place called America

You can pay to be a slave

Incoherent, counting bills

Indulging in expensive thrills

I will show them who I am today

I'm an American

But I'm way too kind for the politics

Busy preaching to me in an oversized suit with a mouth full of shit

Baby baby, please don't leave me

Oh wait, love isn't real

We created it to slowly escape what well never feel

I couldn't die even if I tried

Why the fuck can't I just die

Oh, if I prayed for them with a bible of gold and a gun to my head.

Would they then have what they need to be saved

Open your heart

She gave us up

While I gave her head

I waited for something to crawl in my bed

While I open your legs

And devour you whole

Then you tell me you love me

Oh I've heard it before

This ain't who I wanna be anymore

Why are you telling us lies

They don't want you

They just chose you

Mother fucker

I'll expose you, for who and what you think you fuckin are.

We built the path while you sat in the way, not again

Will I trust Anyone

I gave you my soul, you sold it for gold

We are all too afraid to be called American

Oh I'm Don Quixote the lothario of love

I just wanted this message to mean something but they just don't give a fuck

Oh I'm falling in place

Oh we're falling in place

Oh save us