American Tattoo - Live

You realize what's on the newspaper page
Today's headlines all inked in gray
But sooner or later the pages they'll fade
Ashes to ashes. Cradle to grave
My little boys innocence sees no lines
Just beautiful people living their lives
But what we're tolds
A different point of view
What's yours is mine
And yours is his too
It's black and white
Or red, white, and blue
Cut up in your American Tattoo
Turn on a light
And prick your skin
We all bleed the same American sin
So put down your guns and lend a hand
And sir don't you judge his traditional stand
Cause we all have voices
Not all agree
But we all agree to freedom and liberty
It's black and white
Or red, white, and blue
Cut up in your American Tattoo
Turn on a light
And prick your skin
We all bleed the same American sin
Oh, turn on a light
And prick your skin
We all bleed
We all bleed the same
We all bleed the same American sin



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Paul Thurston
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