Different POV

He's a paper billionaire
A liar and a cheat
But he gave me fifty dollars and I think that's pretty sweet

I dunno the four-one-one
I am willfully misled
Easily confused and I have rocks inside my head

But I'm sure that you're the problem so I blame it all on you
Because you look so very different with a different point of view

I'll send my son to war
And pat him on the back
Yeah I'll be so very proud when he comes home in a sack

He was fighting for big oil
So I gladly gave him up
'Cos I like living in my car and I love getting' fucked

Yeah, I'm the real American
There is only one damn god
Believe in mine or you will die
'Cos I'll fucking kill you all!

But I'm sure that you're the problem so I blame it all on you
Because you look so very different with a different point of view



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Writer(s): William Welsh
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