The American Scream

They tied that yellow ribbon round the oak tree
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 a pipeline
Who 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 cemetary
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 oak tree
The�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 cemetary
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 cemetary
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

And that�s where she found me
In the cemetary
A smoking gun in my hand now I�m damned for the land of the free
Sing with me

The American Scream