Hey hey hey The sun is shining on my face And everythin' will be okay It's a fact, yeah I made it back, and This time I'm here to stay Bad days behind me My baby beside me I feel my luck starting to change

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

How could you put us through it? How could you take his life away? (What made you think you had the right?) How could you be so full of hate? (To take away somebody's life) And when I heard you let him die Uncle Sam taught him to shoot Maybe a little too

So, say something, I'm not holding back Before the scene we made goes and fades to black Sometimes, it's one thing And next time, it's nothing It's more than mistrusting It ends up just crushing me Stop with the fighting I know it's the right thing I

You're the only one Take me back To where we started from Like we made it then This ol' heart ain't gonna break your heart again The only one Can we make it now I found out the hard way And I'm never gonna break your heart

Justified obliteration, no one cares anymore The Messiah part mass murderer No controlling who comes through the door A culture made have covered us Where leprosy touch their flesh Fall back with meetings and rendezvous The vultures have come home to

It's sad that you're no longer her No longer her, no longer, no longer her, no longer Just staying back I've done so much since Who better to show it to But you were made alone And I was made alone Now we take our natural road From the pull of the rock

You stole my happy You made me cry You took the lonely and took me for a ride Boy you blew it You put me through it I wanna un un un un undo it Na na na na na And I wanna un un un un undo it You had my heart now I want it back

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

All the way down the Telegraph Road A long time ago came a man on a track Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back And he put down his load where he thought it was the best Made a home in the wilderness He built a cabin and a winter store And he