I'm so bored with the U.S.A. But what can I do? Yankee soldier He want to shoot some skag He met it in Cambodia, but now He can't afford a bag Yankee dollar talk To the dictators of the world In fact it's giving orders

This ain't no sham. I am what I am. We will run and scream. You will dance with me. And we'll be free And they'll heal our scars. Sadness will be far away. Your eyes, they tie me down so hard. I'll never learn to put up a guard.

I try to make it stop Hard work don't stop When you know what you got Sacrifice ain't that hard Feel like depending on me Sometimes we ain't meant to be free And I know that we have asked for change Don't be scared to put the fears to shame Don't feel,

So what, so what We can get sauced up Forever we're young, we'll never get old 'Cause when I get sauced up I be like so what I don't want no problems, I want power I'm drivin', you follow Blame it on drunk love We can explain it all tomorrow

Clap your hands now Liquid spirit And fill your water tank Go ‘head and clap your hands now Un re-route the rivers Let the dammed water be There’s some people down the way that’s thirsty Watch what happens when the people catch wind Dip down and take a

Do you believe in foresight? No matter what, you can't take what I've been through Imagine if I never went through what I went through Came, up, uh Ay, I want more Until I get it I won't slow I'm on tour Opening some brand new doors

When it's your time to go Don't matter where you've been So we might as well say What's on our minds 'Cause there's no waiting, no We came out of the cinema We were rubbing our eyes Our mouths were dry from the sugar and the popcorn And we felt a little

Why go home? Why go home, why go home, why go home, why go home What you taught me (why go home) She scratches a letter Into a wall made of stone Maybe someday Another child Won't feel as alone as she does It's been two years

I know that you can't walk across a bridge that's already burned, so What am I supposed to do, I can't help that they chose To breathe it in, but I don't wanna choke On that secondhand smoke Sometimes you could hear a pin drop Or the ticking of the clock

Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around Oh oh oh oh That what you fear the most Could meet you halfway She lived on the curve of the road In an old, tar-paper shack On the south side of the town On the wrong side of the tracks Sometimes on the way