American Blues

There are some bourgie motherfuckers on the terrace in the west
They've got it painted on their faces, thinking that they are the best
But they're wrong
But they're wrong
We're all equals here
One day we'll all be gone

I met a woman from the army claiming that she'd killed the beast
I told her, "Face all the destruction why don't you leave this world at peace?
Oh you're wrong
Oh you're wrong
We're all equals here
Why can't we all just get along?

There's a devil selling Bibles in a suit there in the back
He's telling lots of lies, saying, "God hates all the fags"
But he's wrong
But he's wrong
We're all equals here
Every color, creed, and song



Credits
Writer(s): Owen Martin
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