There's madness in us all There's two eyes for every one of us But somebody got there first and took them all You are the one they call Jesus Christ So, who wrote the rules? Who wrote the rules, who wrote the rules? They said, every one of you will never

I know he thinks about her when he plays guitar Singing, singing, singing Ooh la la, he breaks my heart American, 'merican, 'merican boy Know it's my American boy And ooh la la, my American boy And insecure 'bout all the things you say (say, say, say,

I can see the stars From America So open your eyes and see The way our horizons meet And all of the lights will lead Into the night with me And I know these scars will bleed But both of our hearts believe All of these stars will guide us home

White America! Little Eric looks just like this Erica loves my shit I go to T-R-L, look how many hugs I get I could be one of your kids I Could be one of your kids I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see So many motherfuckin' people who feel

It's a French kiss, Italian ice Spanish moss in the moonlight Just another American Saturday night Although usually it washes up on our shores She's got Brazilian leather boots on the pedal of her German car Listen to the Beatles singin' 'Back in the

Jesus children You'd better tell Your story fast And if you lie It will come to pass Don't lie to 'em (Tell your story) Your story fast Tell your story, story! And if you lie (Yeah, tell your story)

I wanna taste the sun I gotta feeling that I'm not the only one And I, I wanna show some skin Yeah, baby I need the ocean And you can't stop me now I've got my heart in motion And I wanna make it in America Make it in America Cause baby I'm born to run

We're out looking for astronauts, looking for astronauts Isn't it a little too late for this It's a little too late, too late, too late for this Little too late, too late for this Of my medium-sized American heart Are we gone Come on yeah, we know we're

Bring it on home, bring it on home Bring it on home When I find my love, I'ma bring it on home When I find myself, I'ma bring it on home When I find my joy, I'ma bring it on home And when I find myself, I'ma bring it on home Home, home is where the heart

Get your money, black man (black man) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away Don't catch you slippin' up Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody You go tell somebody Girl, you got me dancin' (yeah, girl, you got me dancin') Look what I'm