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Papa Roach - American Dreams
Előadó: | Papa Roach |
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Szövegírók: |
Jacoby Shaddix |
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Dalszöveg
It feels like,
American Dreams caught on fire
We’re tearing down
the white picket fences
A soldier bleeds,
and a soldier dies
Have you ever thought
that war was a sickness
I’m a son of it,
fucked up from it
Casualty of my family
‘cause of it
We dare to dream,
or live to die
Reunited by the truth
at the right time
Something’s wrong here
Or so it seems
Cause I’m not sleeping in
American Dreams,
American lies
We’re trying to see through
the smoke in our eyes
So give me the truth
Don’t tell me your lies
Cause it’s harder to breathe
When you’re buried alive
By American Dreams
With every bullet hole,
there’s a blood stain
Another family that’s
struggling to keep sane
Cause their neighborhood,
ain’t a safe place
Got us all wearing
black every Sunday
And I’m growing numb
to the violence
Sing along to the sounds
of the sirens
We’re trying to keep
ourselves alive
But it’s hard to get by
when it feels like
Something’s wrong here
Or so it seems
Cause I’m not sleeping in
American Dreams,
American lies
We’re trying to see through
the smoke in our eyes
So give me the truth
Don’t tell me your lies
Cause it’s harder to breathe
When you’re buried alive
By American Dreams
Cause I’m not sleeping in
American Dreams,
American lies
We’re trying to see through
the smoke in our eyes
So give me the truth
Don’t tell me your lies
Cause it’s harder to breathe
When you’re buried alive
By American Dreams
By American Dreams
American Dreams caught on fire
We’re tearing down
the white picket fences
A soldier bleeds,
and a soldier dies
Have you ever thought
that war was a sickness
I’m a son of it,
fucked up from it
Casualty of my family
‘cause of it
We dare to dream,
or live to die
Reunited by the truth
at the right time
Something’s wrong here
Or so it seems
Cause I’m not sleeping in
American Dreams,
American lies
We’re trying to see through
the smoke in our eyes
So give me the truth
Don’t tell me your lies
Cause it’s harder to breathe
When you’re buried alive
By American Dreams
With every bullet hole,
there’s a blood stain
Another family that’s
struggling to keep sane
Cause their neighborhood,
ain’t a safe place
Got us all wearing
black every Sunday
And I’m growing numb
to the violence
Sing along to the sounds
of the sirens
We’re trying to keep
ourselves alive
But it’s hard to get by
when it feels like
Something’s wrong here
Or so it seems
Cause I’m not sleeping in
American Dreams,
American lies
We’re trying to see through
the smoke in our eyes
So give me the truth
Don’t tell me your lies
Cause it’s harder to breathe
When you’re buried alive
By American Dreams
Cause I’m not sleeping in
American Dreams,
American lies
We’re trying to see through
the smoke in our eyes
So give me the truth
Don’t tell me your lies
Cause it’s harder to breathe
When you’re buried alive
By American Dreams
By American Dreams
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