The American

Here comes the wake
The speed-decade shake
I see you wake, shake
Fit on those overalls
What do you know about this world anyway?

I see a man
With an airfield plan
I caught a boy fall out of the sky
What do you know about this world anyway?

Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, American
Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, American
Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, American
Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, American

Every time you touch this place
It feels like sin
Every time the handshake starts
The face draws thin
What do you know about this world anyway?

Here comes the sun
I see the sun
In here the sun shines so bright
My eyes go blind
What do you know about this world anyway?

Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, American
Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, American
Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, American
Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, American

Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, American
Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, American
Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, American
Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, American

Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, American
Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, American
Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, American
Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, American