This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year Waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost He rides the feed lots, clerks in the markets On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer And his dreams of tomorrow,

America, the beautiful America, the murderer America, the funeral America, God bless America They just scared 'cause they don't understand us Give me my freedom Run from these demons Please don't give 'em a reason

Hey mothafucka I’m real as shit Aw yeah I’m back in this bitch Everything I’m talkin bout real as, real as shit And you don’t gotta like it but get off my dick And you don’t gotta like it but get off my, off my Everything I’m talkin bout real as shit Why

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

Pushing little children, With their fully automatics, They like to push the weak around, They like to push the weak around. Push the weak around, Beyond the Staples Center you can see America, With its tired, poor, avenging disgrace, Peaceful, loving

She's the center of his whole world. Since the day they got married, He'd been praying for a little baby boy. Someone he could take fishing, Throw the football and be his pride and joy. He could already see him holding that trophy, Taking his team to

Somewhere in America Hey girl, help me if you can I'm coming to you with my heart in my hand Give me love, I'm starved for affection All I need is just a little direction somewhere cross the sea she waits for me

Divided states of the world Divided states of America If we don't all stand together, we will fall Let's reach across that great divide 'Cause they built these walls so high Oh, divided states of America If we don't all stand together (together), we will

Hey hey hey And I know now, that I'm so down She looks so perfect standing there In my American Apparel underwear Your lipstick stain is a work of art I've got your name tattooed in an arrow heart Let's get out

In this American dream Well I guess it all depends on you Don't tell me that the sky is the limit 'Cause it ain't about what you can do It's a who knows who And your views They say the sky is the limit They said the sky is the limit And your views (in