Yeah I'm stealing cigarettes Selling them off to friends for rent Plus a pay check and still in debt? I'm asking how could it be?! I know they know I'm beneath them Even homeless assholes know my name Now it's "urban flight" or cell for the night Y'know it's all the same One can tell themselves About when "going gets rough" Determination just ain't enough When your over-time defines your life
This American me! (x2)
Tradition tells use home own But the time card's saying no go Now the suits are talking foreclose From sea to shining sea Time was a war time economy Was a silver lining to tragedy But even those with homes Are now those alone In the land of the free I asked for nothing And I got it in spades Worked for a living and I earned a cage They say I look old for my age
This American me! (x6) (This American!) (x12)
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