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I loved it once, but sheâs starting to break
The life we won is being given away
When Iâm losing faith I hear the preacher say
Treasure the past, itâs the American Way
Iâve never been the sort to head downtown
Thereâs too much color, and too much sound
If my father could see this, heâd burn it all down
It was sacred to him this American ground
The modern world has got me up on a wall
They call it living, Iâm hardly living at all
In times of trouble, I pray to god that I never have to take it too far
So raise the flag, cover you heart with your hand
Hear the call, and heed the command
Living my life with my head in the sand
Praise the lord Iâm an American man
Thereâs trash on the streets and the devilâs in charge
We lost everything of value in the culture wars
This is my home, but Iâm a stranger here
If I had any left Iâd cry American tears
Iâm not a violent man, and theyâve already one
But Iâm bring a plague, Iâm bringing the guns
If they wonât stand with me, theyâll damn sure run
Remember the words of Americaâs son
The modern world has got me up on a wall
They call it living, Iâm hardly living at all
In times of trouble, I pray to god that I never have to take it too far
Raise the flag, oh isnât she grand
Casting her shadows, but her applause her is canned
I salute her virtues with blood on my hands
Praise the lord Iâm an American man
Raise the flag, see how she stands
When I see her colors, I know who I am
Iâll die for her, and by my own hand
Praise the lord Iâm an American man