Here in America I'm proud to say That everyone's free and everything's OK Do what you feel cos it's all good Live how you want and not how you should
What is this I see? Can we not get along? Discord in the body shows me something is wrong. Difference of opinion brings about your hate. The way that
it used to be people like to come see the freaks
Don't you got better things to do Than spread your gossip and speak what's untrue? You go to church, see through your haughty eyes, Go to your friends
Cruise the strip, gotta look real cool Turn up the bass, act like a fool Bad rap on the stereo Act so tough, put on a show Daddy bought you a brand
I was walking down the street one night Looking for something to do When up from the shadows came this horrific fright And his name was Vincent Van Bow
you see me with your eyes I wear a good disguise but somehow you still think you know me my life is empty now my heart is blackened out but I gotta
never mind the talent forget about the skill 'cause we got something you never will we're on a secret mission so get out of our way were not here to go
I don't like the lies youre trying to make me believe. You call me a loser lower my self esteem Well I'm a child of God and I know he loves me All of
Now Johnny took a trip to Brazil To spread the truth, to preach what is real. When he got back home he had such a fire, But just a month later he lost
You tell me that you're praying for me You tell me I'm blind that I can't see You tell me I'm bound and I need to be set free But it's hard to believe
Well, you're a good looking guy and you're under 21. You party all night and you have a lot of fun. You dropped out of school and you do nothing all
Old Man Thorn, he was good, He was just misunderstood. He never took nobody's life, So how come his ended in strife? They came in one gloomy night, Came
You go right, I'll go left Sometimes we don't agree But that's okay 'cuz in the end We're still brothers, you and me We'll go to Steak 'N' Shake sometimes
Staying at a hotel in a world not far from here. Sitting in the lobby when a man yells in my ear. I turn to look, I see a gun that's pointed at my head
Ready, Joe? Whatever Ready, Chris? Just give me a minute Alright, fellas, let's go! Well, It's been getting so hard Livin' with the things you do to me
I'll talk to you tomorrow I'll show you love another time I'll be your friend tomorrow Even though you'll die tonight So many people, so many hurts But
