You're killing me, you're killing me Doctor, please, give me a dose of the American Dream Put down the pen and look in my eyes We're in the waiting room and something ain't right All this is on you, we're over prescribed Doctor, your medicine, and your

We don't give a damn about your world With all your global profits and all you're to oppose We don't give a fuck about your world Right now, right now, right now, right now Your remainder is an unjustifiable Egotistical power struggle At the expense of

Kelly watch the stars The stars, the stars Kelly watch the stars

We don't give a rat's ass We're happy to be here and that you can see We're just all drunk Americans We just raise up our glass If you're a democrat or republican We ain't East, we ain't West We ain't left, we ain't right We ain't black, we ain't white

All we need is music, sweet music There'll be music everywhere Dancing in the street, oh Dancing in the street Ok, talk to you South america, australia, france, germany, uk, africa Calling out around the world Are you ready for a brand new beat Summer's

Would you please listen? Being young in the city Believe in saying something I'm scared of dying No gun required Or will this help me lay down? We can see it's missing When you bleed, say so we know

Don't get it fucked up I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my Yesterday was the freshest nigga in America I swear to God I ain't lyin' bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh Niggas talkin' bout oh shit I pull up they like oh shit Now look whose talkin', bitch

If you don't like where we're going Then you won't like what's coming next What will we look like? In a post American world Why cower to all those Who oppose the American world? We see each other through different eyes Segregating ourselves by class and

We are wild We are like young volcanoes Americana, exotica Do you wanna feel a little beautiful, baby? Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds Before it has begun We've already won When Rome's in ruin, We are the lions free of the Colosseums

Semper fi tattooed on his left arm In the back that says U.S.A. With WD Forty and a Craftsman wrench He ain't prejudice he's just, made in America Spends a little more in the store for a tag He won't buy nothin' that he can't fix My old man's that old