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

I hear echoes of a thousand screams As I lay me down to sleep There's a black hole deep inside of me Reminding me, that I that I've lost my backbone Somewhere in Stockholm I lost my backbone, somewhere in Stockholm That's me right there on the corner,

I've filled my veins with poison And silenced my voice just to take another breath I've broken my vows to you a thousand times before I'm losing myself, sit back and watch me die How can I say that I'm scared of death When I spend each day sprinting

There ain't nothing like the real thing baby Ain't nothing like the real thing There ain't nothing I'm talking genuine Made in the USA And you can't go back once you get a taste It was in a crystal bottle on his desk He'd save it for the times to not

A mighty fleet came across the strait But Erik was prepared Five hundred Germans had come to his aid On horseback with their spears The fleet was carrying two thousand men Eager to draw blood But as they were about to land Erik released his heards One

Mister Vice President Mister Madison Senator Burr What is this? We have the check stubs, from separate accounts Almost a thousand dollars, paid in different amounts To a Mister James Reynolds way back in Seventeen ninety-one

A thousand times, too many times I've fallen back out of place from a dream The bright sunlight, a rude awakening Like I'm seeing the colors leave the brush for the wall That's when, into I reach into memories I long to relive those times Those younger

I know you feel like you are breaking down. Oh be calm. Take it from me, I've been there a thousand times. And everything's wrong It just gets so hard sometimes As I walk through the streets of my new city My back feeling much better, I suppose I've

Let freedom ring with all the crazies on parade Let them eat poison and it tastes like lemonade Back in the USA for a small town serenade With fireworks on display Tonight, it's a hero's welcome home And there's no place to go And I'm taking it to the

There ain't nothing like the real thing baby Ain't nothing like the real thing There ain't nothing I'm talking genuine Made in the USA And you can't go back once you get a taste It was in a crystal bottle on his desk He'd save it for the times to not