Time stood still On the olive hill Once upon a lighting horse Riding through the universe Shedding light upon a thousand doors On his back the prophet sat Open-eyed not looking back 'Til they reach the sacred land There upon a golden square

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

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

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

Name another nigga hot I'm just honest Gold bottles on bottles, I’m just honest A hundred thousand on watches I’m just honest Coupes all on coupes, I’m just honest I keep a gang of bad bitches with me too And we ain’t never going back to what we used to

You could hurt somebody like that If you pull me close just to disappear The chances are I'd wait for you a thousand years If you light the fuse you know that I'll react If you wrap us in your love just to take it back If you catch my eye across a

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

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

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

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