We don't always say what we mean My youth is the foundation of me So wake me up in the Spring From the city of the 915 Where all the girls are pretty And they're down for the hype All my boys are with me Going up for the night But who cares, who cares

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

Living the dream like a London Queen I never thought I'd be living in the USA Doing things the American way When I'm driving on the wrong side of the road I feel like JFK you know Right away from Holloway I said "Mum, this isn't a holiday Listen up, I

I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is I live on the west side of America How many likes is my life worth? I'm from the east side of America They say that I am the sick boy Feed yourself with my

They're gonna be alright, they're gonna carry on Help from above will come back strong I got faith in us, I got faith in Him The clouds will part and the sun will shine again, amen It's whispered from a tractor on a flat Midwestern plain The fields are

I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is I live on the west side of America How many likes is my life worth? I'm from the east side of America They say that I am the sick boy Feed yourself with my

Hey ey ey ey ey ey You know what they say 'Cause it's a new day, we're gonna go far Knuckle down, trim, and shake off the dead weight You can't hide from your ghosts 'Cause it's a new day, I wanna go far Break it down, jump the gun, find a new way I'm

Oh oh oh oh oh It's in the song, baby can't you feel it And if you can't baby, listen to the lyrics It's Friday night freedom, football game It's proud of where you from, it's your last name It's thirteen stripes and fifty stars in the wind So hold up

(Open your eyes before you die) We're here because of you We're here because you were there We've arrived from every corner of the planet to this nation To seek the fulfillment of a promise of America We were promised a better life in our home

Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta Singing, woe yoe yoe, woe woe yoe yoe In the heart of America Stolen from Africa, brought to America Said he was a Buffalo Soldier Win the war for America Woe yoe yoe yo, yo yo