Time to leave
Break the screens
And find our true eyes
To live the dream
Leave the clean
And head out for a ride
The American dream we seek
To go out for a week
And look for some hell to rise
Get drunk under the stars
Stare at mars
And smoke all the grass i can find
For the American dream
Is were the real people meet
And talk about the times
To do drugs with a couple of thugs
And meet again up in the sky
To discuss the cancer
That grows in our homes
And molds itself to the young
That has done went
And ruined their minds
And destroyed them
Of their good times
For they will never understand
That long travel across the land
Looking for those great friends of mine.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 11:16 AM UTC
Time to leave
Break the screens
And find our true eyes
To live the dream
Leave the clean
And head out for a ride
The American dream we seek
To go out for a week
And look for some hell to rise
Get drunk under the stars
Stare at mars
And smoke all the grass i can find
For the American dream
Is were the real people meet
And talk about the times
To do drugs with a couple of thugs
And meet again up in the sky
To discuss the cancer
That grows in our homes
And molds itself to the young
That has done went
And ruined their minds
And destroyed them
Of their good times
For they will never understand
That long travel across the land
Looking for those great friends of mine.
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