My name is no one the long lost son Born on the 4th of July Raised in the era of heroes and cons left me for dead or alive I am a nation a worker of pride My debt to the status quo The scars on my hands are meant to an end Its all that I have to show I swallowed my pride and I choked up my faith Ive given my heart and my soul Ive broken my fingers and lie through my teeth the pillar of damage control Ive been through the edge and I threw the boquet of flowers left over the grave I sat in the waiting room wasting my time waiting for a judgement day I praise liberty, the freedom to obey Its the song that strangles me Well, dont cross the line... Oh, dream, America dream I cant even sleep from the lights early dawn Oh, scream, America scream believe what you see from heroes and cons
Posted on: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 16:53:22 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015