well they tied that yellow ribbon round the oak tree. they've worn out all the prayer in their hearts. all along thought they were routing for the home team
as they're sent to the game and torn apart. we twist this tourniquet upon the pipeline
that he carries all the pain in the world. as we blindly clap and cheer from the sidelines
it's clear
on a losing streak from the very start. and that's where they found me
in the cemetary. a smoking gun in my hand
now i'm damned for the land of the free. sing with me
the american scream. they took that faded ribbon off the oak tree. they've worn out all the hope in their hearts. all along thought i was doing the right thing
now i'm lying in a pool of my blood. and that's where she found me
in the cemetary
a smoking gun in my hand
now i'm damned for the land of the free. sing with me. and that's where she found me
in the cemetary
a smoking gun in my hand
now i'm damned for the land of the free. sing with me
the american scream. the american scream. and that's where she found me
in the cemetary
a smoking gun in my hand
now i'm damned for the land of the free. sing with me
the american scream.