America letra

Well I never was a fan of the way you move. It's a little to slick, it's a little to smooth. Talking circles like a needle through a locked groove that's your spin. And I never mich cared for your state of affairs how the most gotta pay 'cause the few won't share. Open eyes and despise is the cross I bear, as witness to your sins.

America dreams and I wake up screaming.
America lies and I think you know.
America schemes making deals with demons.
America dies and I told you so.

Well I never was a fan of the way you move. It's a little to slick it's a little to smooth. Talking circles through a locked groove that's you trick. And I never put trust in the greed and the lust and the way you don't bleed when the factories bust like a knife to the throat it cuts me to the quick

Stray Bullets - Letras

• 70
• 80 Cents A Day
• America
• Bender
• Channels
• Eyesore
• S.D.B.
• Whiskey In My Coffee
• Wretched Refuse