Only in America: Prelude

We’ve done our best to turn our back, learned by heart the ways to tie a noose
Even I heard how, and I was born in 1982
We set aside all that’s right, and we left behind in the darkest night
All the folks we didn’t want next to us, or even near to us, cruisin on our avenue

We like it mean, a cowboy scene, and in the wind, The American Dream
Singing sweetly across The South, blood on its hands, and blood on its mouth
We like it rough, we like it tough, and if its blood we owe than Jesus gave enough
For all the men and women and children we’ve bled out, In God We Trust, ain’t no doubt

This is America
Put your hand on your heart for the American Dream