I don't wanna believe I'm empty And I don't want to admit I'm wrong I don't wanna regret who I've become I'm an American I'm a red blooded

I'm an American, I'm an American She's an American beauty I'm, I'm, I'm an American psycho You take the full, full truth, then you pour some out I'm an American psycho American Psycho (I'm an American, I'm an American) I think I fell in love again Maybe

It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret) 41 shots (you can get killed just for living in) No secret my friend You can get killed just for living in your American skin Is it a gun (is it a gun), is it a knife (is it a knife) 41 shots, and we'll take that

Let's hear it for America's suitehearts But I must confess I'm in love with my own sins But I don't know much about classic cars Media blitz You could have knocked me out with a I know you've heard this all before, but were just Hell's (Neighbors)

You'd fuck like a whore Your thighs were made for cheeks to graze My lips, your poison They bring you to your knees Breathing and grasping all leads to another messy ending You stupid fucking bitch One, two, three, four (all the things that she said, was

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 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

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

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

And I'll ride again We are heroes of the homeland, American remains We live in many faces and answer many names We will not be forgotten, we won't be left behind We'll ride again I am a shotgun rider, For the San Jacinto line, The desert is my brother,