We wear what we like and we like it when they stare
Too dumb to bother too smart to scare
They're always screaming we don't know shit
Truth is they're right we look good every time we do it
Bomber jacket with gang colors sewn across the back
A threat to everyone we don't know how to act
We all have haircuts some have real jobs
But we're still a bunch of slobs still an unruly mob
You want to know what we do
You wanna learn are the rumors are true
Well here's a clue it doesn't involve you
Dream of a better life since that's all you'll ever do
All-American
All-American
