They tied that yellow ribbon 'round the oak tree And they’ve worn out all the prayer in their hearts All along thought they were rooting for the home team As they’re sent into the game and torn apart
We twist this tourniquet upon the pipeline That carries all the pain in the world As we blindly clap and cheer from the sidelines, it's clear On a losing streak from the very start
And that's where they found me, In the cemetery A smoking gun in my hand, Now I’m damned for the land of the free Sing with me The American Scream
They took that faded ribbon off the old tree They’ve worn out all the hope in their hearts All along thought I was doing the right thing Now I'm lying in a pool of my blood
And that's where she found me, In the cemetery A smoking gun in my hand, Now I'm damned for the land of the free Sing with me
And that's where she found me, In the cemetery A smoking gun in my hand, Now I'm damned for the land of the free Sing with me The American Scream
The American Scream
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